Snapshots of My Depression #6: The Final Cut (Part One)

This is one in a series of posts I’m calling “Snapshots of my Depression.” These are memories of times in my life when my mental illness manifested itself in one way or another. In the early part of the 20th century, there was a trolley that ran from Hazleton to Wilkes-Barre. When I grew up … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #6: The Final Cut (Part One)