Is this you? As a journalist, you can create a free Muck Rack account to customize your profile, list your contact preferences, and upload a portfolio of your best work.
Claim your profile
In an effort to get a handle on my emotions — the bouts of sadness, melancholy — she’d recommended I track different feelings that came up for me. I’d been diagnosed with a physical illness, and had done some necessary grieving work. But still, the depression persisted, and it seemed there was no particular rhyme or reason to my triggers.
I can only share my own pshat, based not on any particular conversation with him but on having interviewed him several times. Also, there is a dedicated Avraham Fried channel on Kol Chai Music and it plays on my computer. A lot. Here’s what I think. Take me on Your wing, teach me how to sing The one song the world wants to hear, Oh, Father dear.
One of the hardest decisions of my life was choosing to go on antidepressants. I had no “reason” really. I didn’t match that typical picture of an individual suffering from depression: blankets drawn over her head unable to function. I’d worked in the mental-health field for years and felt pretty secure in my knowledge of which patients required medications or at least a psychiatric referral to rule out the necessity of meds.
As a journalist, you can create a free Muck Rack account to customize your profile, list your contact preferences, and upload a portfolio of your best work.
