August 19, 2011
By Leslie Carr Psy.D.
For a couple of months, two years ago, I was depressed. A profoundly rainy San Francisco winter, coupled with the heartbreak of yet another failed relationship, just left me feeling blue. Three-thousand miles from my family and my closest, oldest friends, it also left me crying in jags, with a lonely, nagging ache inside. This time in my life would have been relatively unremarkable (in the sense that I wouldn’t otherwise feel inclined to blog… Read More >