This week’s episode is about the dumbest thing you ever believed… until it wasn’t. From jeggings to ghost-breathing past cemeteries, we get into it. Claire’s back from Africa. I’m down to 40mg of Prozac. We both saw wild animals. It’s summer, we’re sweaty, and for some reason we decided this was the right time to talk about depression, despair, and cigarettes.

At first, it’s fun and light:

* I thought my dad played drums for Bruce Springsteen.

* Claire believed her dog wouldn’t get fleas.

* We both inhaled ghosts.

Then we spiral into deeper territory (as one does) about what it means to stay alive when your brain tells you not to. We talk about old saints, addiction, hopelessness, and the difference between clinical depression and the dark night of the soul. It's heavy. But also funny? You'll see.

If you’ve ever believed something dumb (e.g. like Sex and the City was a documentary, or that quitting smoking would be easy) this one’s for you.

And if you’re feeling stuck or sad, know this: You’re not alone. But you do have to breathe. Even past a cemetery.

xo,Inga

P.S. No episode this week. Public Access has kicked us out (for now). No episode next week because I’m getting married. See you all August 13th.

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