Now is the time of year when, as mental health professionals like to inform us, a lot of people sink into depression. Like most people, I've watched a couple of people I loved swirled away on a tide of despair, so I'm happy to pass along this stirring reminder from Dooce that this is not actually necessary, and toughing it out when you're sad or suicidal is silly puritanism. I don't try to buck up and bluster my way through a thyroid hormone deficiency, so why would I try to ride out a debilitating chemical imbalance in my brain? If you're feeling despondent, support your local pharmacist. That little voice in your head telling you not to talk to anyone is a lying bastard with a strong instinct for self-preservation.
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