My life is really good. I live in a nice house in a great small city near the Pacific Ocean. The weather is so mild compared to the rest of the country. I have two daughters who are very loving and caring. Everything is great about my life.

Yet, I have the most awful feelings. Depression is weighing heavy. I have been to the ER twice this past month, been inpatient twice this month, and spent some time in a partial hospital program. Emotionally, I am a mess. It makes no sense.

How can my brain be so unaware of my actual reality?