I know I haven’t been myself lately. I’ve been that other person, the one who doesn’t smile, doesn’t dance, doesn’t sing. I’m brooding and isolating myself, saying weird things, making jokes that are more bitter than funny and being possessive with my friends. I’ve been trying really hard to deny it, but I give up. Like 12% of American women, I’m depressed.
Luckily, admitting it is usually the first sign that I’m about to fight my way out! Since I’m injured I’ve got a bit of a handicap this time, because usually my best way to combat depression is running. You’ve all heard it, you’ve probably even said it: Running is Cheaper than Therapy. But not only is it cheaper, it may even be better! Read more >>