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I was impatient.
I was a screamer.
I couldn't handle change.
I was a bad mom.
When I realized all that, I decided I was ready to face the elephant in the room: depression.
An old friend said to me recently, “I had no idea you dealt with depression. I thought depressed people sat on the couch all day and watched Oprah.”
I thought to myself, “Of course you didn't know. That's the way I wanted it.”
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