In 2008 I was having so much trouble sleeping. I had just moved away from the capital, into the rural area, in an attempt to “find myself”.

Actually I can’t even begin to describe it. I was in a bad way. I remember my doctor was very subtle. I went to complain about the pain in my arms. After checking of at least 30 checkboxes on her computer screen for various tests to make, she sent me to get the blood works done. The results from the test for sicknesses I had not heard about came back the following week. She called me on the phone and I told her that I would prefer to have it face to face, if I was to be told that I had only 6 months left. She kind of laughed and we made an appointment.

Of course there was nothing wrong with my blood. And that was when she sprang it on me. “Had I considered the possibility that I had a depression?” She wrote up a prescription and home I went to ponder this new revelation. How could I have pain in my arms, and problems sleeping from being depressed? Was that not just another word for being sad?

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