The Depression Cure
A little over three years ago, I was sitting in a cafe in Turkey with my then-boyfriend, Hans-Eric, and I had my first big anxiety attack. The cafe had a view of the sea that I will never forget. It was a beautiful day, a calm turquoise blue ocean, and I remember sitting there, trying so hard to pretend everything was okay. "Just focus on the horizon, look at the sea, just breathe." I didn't want Hans-Eric to see me freaking out. I was like a duck on water, calm and collective on the outside, but scared and paddling like hell underneath it all. The day before I woke up anxious, Hans-Eric and I were happy. We were on vacation in Turkey for a wedding of one of Han's colleagues. It was also the same week as his 30th birthday. I remember walking through town with him, holding his hand, looking at silly tourist items, and saying no to the pushy vendors. We came upon a...