What can you do when you’re more depressed than a sock monkey and don’t know how to dig yourself out of a sticky morass of self-doubt, self-flagellation, self-disgust and all things self- hyphenated? There’s an old hymn that goes like this:
"Count your blessings, name them one by one.
Count your blessings see what God has done.
Count your blessings. Name them one by one,
Count your many blessings see what God has done.”
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