For your sweet dumb brain: Looking for hope

From the little moments to the big picture.

On Tuesday morning, just half an hour after Julian’s essay about finding hope when things feel hopeless published, I had a tele-med call with my psychiatrist. I began recounting the many health and mood troubles I’ve had since our last session in September. Before long, I was sobbing.

“I just feel resigned,” I cried into the phone. “I can’t believe I hav…

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