A good friend of mine posted her experience with depression, which you can access via this link here . To say that it was eye opening is cliché, as what she described is something that I cannot even begin to appreciate or fathom for that matter. I never experienced it, except for the occasional bouts of mind-numbing boredom. But then, I do jump back up onto the bandwagon and keep on going. On the other hand, it made me think. Depression is experienced individually, and no one experience is the same (though there are similarities). In fact, we may experience eating the same ice cream differently from the person you are sharing said ice cream. Which brings me to today’s post, something that has been slowly but maturely wanting to get out, and absolutely nothing to do with depression. Many of you who frequent my blog may already know that I have a disability, and if you didn’t know then... well, now you do. My kind of disability isn’t a Johnny-come-lately thing, but one that
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