🌿 when the diagnosis hides the story


August 2026 | issue #10 Reader, The very first time I was diagnosed with depression, I was in my early twenties.My therapist told me I had what was then called endogenous depression. “We don’t really know why,” she said, “but some people are simply more prone to it.” She treated me using CBT. For a while, I believed that story. I believed there was something inside me—my brain, my genes, my chemistry—that made me fundamentally more susceptible to depression than other people. Don’t get me...

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