The Slow, Dark Weight of Depression

I had never been truly depressed before I faced deep grief with my daughter’s death sixteen years ago. Then it was an unpleasant revelation to experience. I sometimes slept badly, waking in the middle of the night and unable to go back to sleep or unable to sleep for days on end. I exercised multiple times a day in an attempt to get enough of an endorphin hit to keep me going. I had five other children under the age of twelve to care for and had to…