When I felt depressed in my thirties, I was prescribed an antidepressant. I wish that I had also done more to explore why I was depressed. Now I can see it more clearly: I was working more than full-time for people whose values I didn’t share. I had a young child at home whom I missed horribly when I was at work. I had the pressure of being the breadwinner. Dreams of doing something meaningful with my life felt out of reach.
