I know depression very well. It used to be a daily visitor. I know its eyes and spirit. It’s like a lonely soul looking for love. Sometimes I welcomed it, for it was so familiar and friendly, that it made me feel “at home”. Sometimes I ran and ate greens and took amino-acids. I rushed to the gym and then to the beach and then to the massage spa… I begged God to set me free; I blamed myself; I blamed others… All to find some answers that worked some times but nothing definite. My all too familiar depression friend kept coming back. Until… I realized it was a physical…