For the past four weeks, I was in a low-grade depression, up until this past Tuesday. I’m out on the other side now. Hallelujah. During that time, I did all the things that normally help shift my mood:

I even journaled! Which, for the record (the record I don’t have), I rarely do. I’m not a fan. I know others swear by it; I usually just swear.

Yet I still couldn’t shake this awful lethargy, the familiar disinterest in life, this shame and mean-heartedness towards myself. Even a session with my therapist Hard-Ass Andie, though helpful, didn’t budge it all that much. Until I had a second session with her.

As Andie and I talked, I mentioned there were two things that had been weighing a bit on my mind: My career is........

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