Two weeks ago I woke up in, what seemed, a depression. My coffee tasted bland, the sky was gray, nothing appealed to me and even “getting things done” offered no solace at all. It had always worked before. But on this day, nothing was “working”: I felt empty and hollow, numb to the world and frightened. What was wrong? I asked myself over and over… As I
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