And I know what she’s going through.
For nearly a year – my senior year of high school and through the next fall – I suffered from major depression. It was quite possibly the worst time in my life. The things she wrote about in today’s Dooce are things I’ve lived. All of it.
Well, except the part about being pregnant – I don’t have children.
One thing I learned about that encounter with what another blogger calls The Black Dog is that I don’t ever want to feel like that again.
I have thought of Dooce often today and hope that she’s able to come through this time in her life just as she’s pulled through others.