I keep a baker's dozen of empty Wellbutrin bottles in my closet and look at them once in awhile, to remind myself of the 13 months of hellish depression I went through several years ago.

13 months is a blink of the eye that takes place over an eternity. The daily battles were real, unwanted, and not simply thought away with happy platitudes. Depression is conquerable, although your pride will not serve you. You need others.

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