So, I was idly reading through some comments made to that particular Hyperbole and a Half post. I was feeling very not-alone in having suffered from depression, and I was feeling very hopeful, because so many of the comments were filled with support, acceptance, recovery, hope, and strength.
Then I read this:
Anonymous said...
This happened to me, almost exactly, when I moved to a new city with my husband. And I'm still stuck in the middle of it, except my husband got tired and resentful of sad me and he left. And now it's just me, with my paralyzing sadness, in a city I hate, and I wish someone could help me.
May 9, 2013 at 5:19 PM
That