As she walked towards the car I could tell something was wrong. I asked her how her day was and tears quickly formed around her beautiful brown eyes. “I think I’m depressed,” she said. She was ashamed. She was tired of explaining why she couldn’t drive at night. “My friends don’t understand that not having a […]

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