A couple of years ago, I wrote a column for The Lantern detailing my experience with depression, and in doing so, I wrote it to have an ending — and a happy one, at that.
With the help of friends, family and counseling, I was done with depression, I concluded.
I did this for two reasons. First, a great essay recounting a life pitfall is best with a conclusion consisting of some sort of reflective proverb of hope and diligence. Second — and probably the most honest — I needed to believe that the lowest low of my life thus far was isolated to three months during my sophomore year… Read more