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eat, sleep, slather

Eleven years ago I told my older brother something ain’t right. I don’t feel okay. A week later I was sitting in a prescribing psychiatrist’s office, at the recommendation of my family. I explained to her that winter is not my friend. I’ve dealt with Seasonal Affective Disorder long before I knew the term, since back when I was a girl. Each East Coast w…