Cure for Depression

I was sitting at my desk very depressed. I had just had a very bad day. I was full of self-pity, feeling sorry for myself. “I am going to be eighty-six years old; what in hell have I accomplished in all those years?” I thought.

I began to straighten up my desk and found a large manila envelope bulging with old photographs. There was one of Larry and Arnold at their second birthday party in the kitchen behind the store at 238 South Stricker Street, their faces smeared with icing and a glazed look in their eyes from too much birthday cake. There was one of a twelve year old Risa sitting on the Wishing Well at Peter Pan Inn in Frederick. There was Momma fixing sandwiches at a picnic in Leakin Park. There was a photograph of a six year old Lauren with missing front teeth. I gathered them all up and walked out of the office past the sofa table holding all the photographs of the children, the grandchildren and the great-grandchildren and sat under the three pictures of Daniel’s and Debra’s Bnei Mitzvohs. I picked up the book that Sheri had made us for our sixtieth wedding anniversary and leafed through it. I then knew what I had accomplished in eighty-six years and my depression vanished.

Take a lot of pictures and videos of your children and grandchildren. Works better than Effexor for depression!