Depression takes a terrible toll. The economic cost of depressive illnesses is $30-44 billion a year; the human costs cannot be estimated. The lives of 17.6 million adults and millions more--family and friends--are affected, often disrupted.
It's been a full and hectic week. I've hardly had time to think, no less to mourn or cry. This is good, and what's come from it is better.
Last Sunday, a religious discussion group I attend held a service, called the Circle of Gratitude. Had you asked me several months ago, I would have said there is NOTHING in my life to be grateful for, nothing to celebrate. And I would have been wrong.
Marking Milestones
by Leandra Walker
We humans tend to measure our days by predictable events. Holidays like Easter or Passover, special family days like birthdays and anniversaries. Something as personal as "we always went to the beach on THAT weekend." Or something as nationally recognized such as Independence Day - picnics & fireworks together.
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