Before being diagnosed with depression, I would never have guessed how incapacitating this disease could be. I remember a time when I was sitting on the couch staring out my window, unable to motivate myself to do anything. As I watched, two neighbors came outside and started chatting. I distinctly remember having the thought that it would be good to head outside and join in the conversation and yet, I couldn't move. These weren't strangers but good friends that I knew well and enjoyed being around. They must have talked for over an hour but there I sat, alone in my house with no ability to put thought into action. How does a disease have the power to do this?
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