Depression can be a truly horrible thing.
I was extremely fortunate to have a very loving, supportive father. He always thought, and told me what an incredibly brilliant and great person I was - and those of you who know me can testify to my inflated ego and self-image.
Some people are not so lucky.
Small towns can be friendly, supportive communities - or they can be gossipy, suspicious groups of narrow-minded persons who can harp on one mistake/experience and hang on to it forever.
Maybe it was good that my family moved so often. If anyone had a negative view of me or my family when I was little, it didn't matter much - we were living in another area soon.
It also helped when I was in the same town for junior and senior high that my dad, still my support and eternal fan, was well-known as a music teacher.
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