Dysthymia and Me

My constant companion isn’t just a milder form of depression.

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I don’t know what “happy” feels like.

I understand what it means, what it’s supposed to be, but I fundamentally cannot grasp the concept of happiness.

I have dysthymia, aka persistent depressive disorder. Whereas people with the type of chronic depression most of us are familiar with generally have periods in which they…