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It’s that time of year again. When the changing seasons seep into my body and brain, whispering unkind words that tip my delicate equilibrium. For me, depression is physical as much as it is mental and emotional. I experience it in my body. My bones feel heavy and immovable, my joints and muscles ache, and my energy levels drop to a slow crawl. Despite years of these recurring episodes, it still takes me a couple of weeks to discern what is happening to me. Do I have the flu? Am I not drinking enough water? Maybe I should resume supplements or take some ibuprofen or floss my teeth. There must be some simple remedy for the symptoms in my body. It dawns on me when I notice the impact of how I feel on how I live. I withdraw from friends and activities I enjoy. I sit and stare at nothing, a lot. In fact, I look forward to sitting and staring at nothing. I want to be very still. I want everything around me to be very still. Light and sound feel heavier than I can bear. Th
