Operation Depression: From The Ground Up Ch. 7

I was never sure how this began. I looked back at my life to see if I could figure this out. I looked back as if it were an old movie I saw, in which, I know what happened. I know who the characters were, but to me, this was the same thing as sitting in a movie with subtitles I couldn’t understand.
I looked back at the things I had done and the situations I created. I looked back at my self-inflicted wounds and the internal battle scars, which refused to fade.

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Operation Depression: From The Ground Up Ch. 6

I was moving deeper into my journals and detailing the days of my youth and my young adulthood. It was not long before this when I lived in a life that was clearly not meant for me.
I was stuck in a pattern of living and thinking and more to the point; I simply could not see me in any other way than I was.
There were times when I looked around and wondered how I ended up where I was.  How does this happen to people? How do people fall into their life this way?

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Operation Depression: From The Ground Up Ch. 5

Perhaps I should set the stage to give a better picture of where I came from. I grew up in a normal, somewhat small, and close-knit town in Long Island. The name of my town is East Meadow. No one among us was overly rich or excessively poor. We were the middle class. We had our little town features, the movie theaters, the town pool, which was over on Prospect, and Eisenhower Park, which was on the other side of town on Hempstead Turnpike.  There was a bowling alley on Front Street. There used to be an arcade called The Wizard of Oz, which we in the town called “The Wiz.”

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Operation Depression: From The Ground Up Ch. 4

 The deeper I went into my journals, the more I learned about me. The more I wrote and the more I reveled, the more I notice a sense of freedom, which came over me. I felt a sense of personal understanding, which is what I needed.  
I began this journey to feel better, which was successful but not easy. There were times when I broke into tears. There were times when I looked at the people within my circle of influence and saw them with contempt and regret.

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Operation Depression: From The Ground Up Ch. 2

I began my journals to better understand myself. Therefore, to save myself, I figured it would be best to go back to see where this began.
I figured the only way to understand my depression was to go back to the beginning. I had to begin with the basics to create a timeline to see the birth of my anxiety.
I was young, small, very thin, and basically weak. I was never much of an athlete. I looked younger than the other kids. I felt different, which was painful to me because all I wanted to do was fit in.

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