Great blog post on depression!
When I was a junior in high school, I was hospitalized for depression. This followed two previous hospitalizations for anorexia when I was younger. I was placed in the Adolescent Unit of the hospital, which contained mostly troubled kids from foster families. They could not understand why I was there. “I don’t get it,” one kid said to me. “Your family has money, you’re cute and athletic” (I had just starred in a basketball game. I’ve never been good at basketball, but most of the other kids on the Unit smoked instead of doing sports), “and you’re smart.”
I didn’t understand it either. It did seem like I had a pretty good life compared to most of those kids. I did well in school and my parents were decent people, still wanted to live with me and didn’t beat me up. They divorced when I was eight and that was…
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