"I have two kids at home, a new job, my husband is about to throw himself out a window, and you want me to pick up shells on the beach? All I did was brush my teeth today."
This is what ran through Julia's head when a friend suggested they go sea kayaking last spring, just as COVID-19 had begun raging in and around her northeastern suburb and she, like so many office workers, was working from home.
Days would pass when the 46-year-old lawyer at a big-city law firm couldn't remember the last time she showered. She missed her hour-long commute home–her time to decompress. With a working spouse, a nightmare boss, and a (very slowly) potty-training toddler, Julia found her workdays filled with distractions she couldn't block out.
Known for her calm and focus, Julia now faced 9-to-5s marked by periodic sobbing, snapping at her kids, and "moving like a sloth to sign off on a single email." At one point, it got so bad that Julia actually wondered if a case of COVID and time away in a hospital bed would be the lesser of two evils.
All the while, a possible solution was sitting, like a socially distanced friend, six feet away: Lexapro, an antidepressant she had been prescribed but couldn't bring herself to use.
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