How I Found My Way Out Of The Most Hopeless Place

September 23, 2014 1:37 PM

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Once, I lay down on the grooved rubber flooring of a crowded city bus and wept uncontrollably.

There was a period, a few years later, when I hated leaving my house, because I wasn't sure if I'd be able to answer the next time anyone spoke to me. I could pull myself together for most work and social situations, but then I would feel the gloom gathering and rushing down on me.

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