In high school, a classmate asked me if I was depressed because my name is David Press. Get it? D(e)Press(ed). Probably the best joke ever inflicted upon me in high school. At the time I said no, but in reality I was quite depressed. It was Connecticut, the suburbs, or what was referred to as "The East Coast OC." You get the idea. I was a nerdy hiker type from the mountains of upstate New York.
Twenty or so years later, I was diagnosed with autism, ADD, Depression, and Anxiety, but this letter isn't depressing. It's about finding joy and my voice in my writing life and how my diagnosis has pushed me towards deeper love for my family,
This letter will alternate between philosophical and short fiction and generally discuss my deep interests. It'll always be free, but if you'd like to support my work, I suggest you join Medium (https://medium.com/@depresswrites), where I write weekly essays on comics and movies and manage mental health through writing.