Quarter Century of Progress, not Perfection

It’s hard for me to believe, but the first time I sought help for depression was over 25 years ago. That’s a long time, by any standard. I remember that at the time, as a college senior, I was petrified of what lay ahead for me, as I was coming to terms with my sexuality. My counselor helped me in a way that no-one previously had: objectively and without concern for “what others might think.” She helped me wriggle my way out of the final phases of a self-imposed hell that I had been going throu