What Depression Taught Me
What Depression Taught Me I remember her pancakes. And her klondike bars. The dark red armchair and her distaste for animals in the house. My grandmother was an amazing woman and I always remember her during this time of year. October 31, 2010, she passed away. For the past thirteen years I’ve walked through the grief of losing someone and her death was a catalyst for depression to enter my life. I remember telling my husband one night, “If I…