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Megan Kellar shares her kind of normality with hundreds of thousands of other American kids. Each year an estimated 500,000 to 1 million prescriptions for antidepressants are written for children and teens. On the one hand, the benefits are apparent and important. Experts estimate that as many as 1 in 20 American preteens and adolescents suffer from clinical depression. It is something they cannot outgrow. Depression cycles over and over again throughout a lifetime, peaking during episodes of emotional distress, subsiding only to well up again at the next crisis. And as research increasingly shows, depression is often...
...without any warning, she [took an] overdose" of her migraine medication, was hospitalized and depression was diagnosed. While Judith thought the overdose was out of the blue, Nancy says, "I'd had depression for a long time. If I'd had bad thoughts, I'd always had them and kind of grew up with them. I was always very bubbly, even when I was depressed. A lot of people didn't notice it. To me, suicide had always been an option...
...Governor as a tool of the gun lobby in a general election. After the Senate vote, Bush joked that if he were in office, his Vice President would have voted for the Republican version of the gun-control measures. He also defended his concealed-carry law as the kind of "reasonable" legislation that he might support as a President. "There are people in our society who feel threatened," he said, "and they feel like they want to protect themselves...
...twinkle in his eye too. But at 5 ft. 7 in., he looks like a stray from the Mickey Mouse Club. He's kind of bashful and aw-shucks looking when bidding begins on his jacket, a rainbow-colored affair bearing the name of his main sponsor--DuPont automotive finishes. Bidding starts at $500 and ends at $10,000, and I am stunned. Not by the price but by the idea that someone might leave the house wearing such a thing...
...from the tank so my sister and I could play with it in the bathtub at home. At dinner-time, my mother took out the carp and handed me a knife. I put it on the cutting board in the kitchen. The gills moved up and down, making the kind of sound your mouth makes upon opening when it is very dry. Its eyes, surely those of Isaac, son of Abraham, looked flat, round, unflinching, uncomprehending, accusing. I backed down. My mother took the knife and stabbed the fish in the lower back. She had obviously never killed a fish...