I used to smirk at those commercials about some anti-depressant drug. You know, the one with the lady that walks with the cloud over her head, and while it is sunny all around her, the cloud turns dark and starts raining on her. The narrator says something about how depression hurts, but Cimbalta can help. The woman takes Cimbalta, and suddenly the cloud turns to a happy sun, her family rushes in to embrace her, and somewhere in the corner a flower blooms and a dog barks.
I used to smirk at those commercials. Continue reading The darkness before dawn