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	<title>Comments on: Book Bonanza Wednesday!  Chapter 24: The William James zone</title>
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	<description>Normal people won't change the world.  We will.</description>
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		<title>By: Sheila</title>
		<link>http://freakrevolution.com/2009/06/24/book-bonanza-wednesday-chapter-24-the-william-james-zone/comment-page-1/#comment-1759</link>
		<dc:creator>Sheila</dc:creator>
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		<description>I&#039;ve observed the same effect when dealing with depression.  I went through a lot of &quot;I feel bad, what&#039;s wrong?&quot; and then brooding about whatever answer my brain came up with for a long time before I was diagnosed.  These days, when the black dog shows back up on my doorstep, I try to remember that I run the risk of feeling sad for absolutely no good reason, and the only thing I can go is take whatever steps I need to take to combat the problem on a physical level and avoid glomming on to things to worry about.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheila&#8217;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://sheilaoshea.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-crap-what-have-i-done.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Oh, crap, what have I DONE?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve observed the same effect when dealing with depression.  I went through a lot of &#8220;I feel bad, what&#8217;s wrong?&#8221; and then brooding about whatever answer my brain came up with for a long time before I was diagnosed.  These days, when the black dog shows back up on my doorstep, I try to remember that I run the risk of feeling sad for absolutely no good reason, and the only thing I can go is take whatever steps I need to take to combat the problem on a physical level and avoid glomming on to things to worry about.</p>
<p><abbr><em>Sheila&#8217;s last blog post..<a href="http://sheilaoshea.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-crap-what-have-i-done.html" rel="nofollow">Oh, crap, what have I DONE?</a></em></abbr></p>
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