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After my dad passed away, my depression kicked into overdrive. I went to the doctor and got a prescription for antidepressants. While I was picking up my prescription, I started crying.
When I apologized to the pharmacist for “crying like a child,” the pharmacist gently said, “You don’t have to apologize. You recognize you have a problem, and you’re trying to fix it. That is a brave thing.”
That moment changed my perspective on treating my mental illness. © cranberryboggle / Reddit
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