The Real Prescription

I have had to power through some melancholy this week, which is nothing new. I have learned that my depression is fed by a self-focused state of mind. I was focused on me, again. In the midst of feeling down, I suddenly caught myself singing a Twila Paris song, “I will delight my heart in... Continue Reading →

Gloom-Colored Glasses

I’m not unhappy; I’m introspective. Last week’s trip down Memory Lane seems to have left the wrong impression. I wasn’t feeling sad after my reunion, I just didn’t explain things well enough. I enjoyed seeing friends and classmates and the place I used to live. I am just not a person who can come and... Continue Reading →

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