While I won’t go so far as to say that my college years were the best of my life, its a period I remember fondly. Except for the two dark holes of depression I that I recall all too well. One occurred when I was expelled for one semester and the other reared its ugly head in my last semester of college. At that point, in the early 1980s, there was very little discussion of depression, and no one at my college knew what was happening in my life.

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