Posted 1/20/2020 11:37 AM (GMT -7)
Years ago, I was a patient in a mental hospital, as I was dealing with terrible and severe depression.
While I was there, the psychiatrist treating me asked me if I saw the joy of going out for a walk around my neighborhood, hearing the birds in the wild chirp, and looking at the beautiful scenery that Maine has to offer.
I told her no.
She responded by saying that was my depression talking.
But she was wrong, I think. Instead, that was me talking while I was depressed.