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October 8th, there is an unmistakable feeling in the air... familiar, yet unsatisfying. Autumn is among us; winter rapidly approaching, the battle has begun. Wait, what? I need to start over. It's fall... I live on the east coast. Normally I dread the winter: blustery winds,  early sunsets, the need for socks. Something about my mood is different this year. I'm stoked, surprisingly I feel quite optimistic. I've moved to a new city, I'm back in school, I have a beautiful group of friends (the fam), and a private deck (hot tub pending). Things are good.

I recently read Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness by William Styron: an 85 page account of crippling, nearly suicidal depression, suffered by an author at the peak of his career. I didn't choose to read this tale of anguish for pleasure, honestly I hadn't even known of it's existence. Styron's book was assigned to my non-fiction literature class. A course taught by a woman medicated for clinical depression (bi-polar disorder) for nearly 25 years. I myself have been diagnosed with common depression and anxiety at one time, not to the severity of Styron or my professor, Dr. Donahue, but a note worth mentioning. Anyway, my point; this book is short, everyone should read it... I have no doubt in my mind that its saved a few lives and most importantly it sheds light on an issue which has been widely ignored up until the past decade: depression-a disease which requires medical attention and support by loved ones.

Also, this: "because in the middle of this eternal winter there is within us an invincible summer!"

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