Food and Furniture: A Depression Story

One of depression’s lies goes like this: The way you feel now? That’s forever.   Which is why, two years ago, amongst other things (formal dresses, lingerie, nail polish, a stripy beach tote) I got rid of my lasagna pan.   Lasagna? Not for me. Not anymore, I decided, casting it into the donation pile with all the other items I deemed no longer necessary for my future of gloom. […]

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