He walked into Bruegger’s with a quizzical look on his face. “How are you?” my friend asked a bit tentatively. “Much better,” I replied. “I thought so.  I could see the sparkle in your eyes from the door.  You’re back.” “I am,” I smiled sheepishly. It’s that obvious from the outside.  I didn’t have to say a thing and he could see the change in my countenance.  My fall, you see, had been marked by a low grade depression.  It wasn’t clinical.  I didn’t change my eating patterns or… Continue reading Depression