“This is what depression looks like for me,” I thought to myself as I aimlessly wander through the mall on a Saturday afternoon, two huge shopping bags in hand.
People pass me and have no idea that I’m having a meltdown because from the outside looking in, I look like a regular shopper, hunting bargains at the mall.
In all reality, I’m hurting inside. So, retail therapy is what I try, even though I know it’s not the healthiest coping strategy for me.
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