For the last couple of years I’ve been doing a lot of writing about depression– how it can affect people, how to navigate it, ending the stigma around it… I really talk about it a lot. I haven’t really talked much about what’s been going on with me though and, frankly, over the course of the last couple of months depression has taken me to some of the lowest, darkest places I’ve ever been. So, what happens when the person who teaches about depression becomes overwhelmed by it? I recently wrote about just that for OC87 Recovery Diaries. Sex and Depression: A Sex Educator Explores Her Own Diagnosis is the most honest thing I’ve ever written about trying to do this work when depression takes over my mind.

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Sex and Depression: A Sex Educator Explores Her Own Diagnosis

What’s that old saying, “Those who can do and those who can’t teach”? I’ve never liked that. The snarky condescension, the dismissiveness towards those who educate, the idea that one can either do something or teach others how to do it themselves and the fact that it doesn’t actually make much sense — who wants someone who “can’t” teaching them? There is one time, however, when I feel this old adage so hard, when it feels true like nothing has ever felt true before, like I suspect I am the living, breathing, embodiment of its words, when I am pretty sure that the reason I teach is that I 100% CANNOT — when I am in the grips of a depressive episode…

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