Pills, Pills, Pills (sung to the tune of Bills, Bills, Bills)

Interacting with depression has consisted of repeated instances of me telling myself I don’t have depression followed by a series of pretty strong indications that, maybe, I do. It’s a long road to acceptance, even longer if you keep taking detours along the way. The denial stage of dealing with depression has been long and … Continue reading Pills, Pills, Pills (sung to the tune of Bills, Bills, Bills)