Last night, about 3 AM, I woke up with heart pounding, a profound
sense of dread filling me up, accompanied by a deep sadness, and sense
of loss. I'm not given to full blown panic attacks, having had maybe
two or three in sixty years, but this one got close.
It also
reminded me of how I felt when I was caught up in the depths of
clinical depression. That cost me seven years of my life, a marriage,
and a lot of money.
A short digression into this subject is in
order: clinical depression is the most c
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August 25, 2009 12:36
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