A few years ago, my dad, age 72, found himself in the deepest, darkest depression he’d ever experienced. A mostly happy-go-lucky extrovert was staring down demons and challenges he’d never encountered before.
He was a few years into a forced retirement, trying to find his new normal, when he lost his way. He was frail, shaky, and distant from those who loved him. He lost interest in all of the things he’d found joy in before. A man who craved company and attention was retreating into darkness right before our eyes.
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