Depression and why I believe in Magic

As a child, I always had a curiosity and enthusiasm for magic. All my make-believe plays were about magic. One day I was a witch and the other day I was a fairy. I browsed for hours in the public library for fantastical books. What was I looking for was not Harry Potter, no offence to J.K Rowling, but a possibility of magic; something more … Continue reading Depression and why I believe in Magic