Between a rock and a hard place: I need exercise to fight my depression, but my disability thwarts my workouts. – Washington Post

I’ve been disabled since I was 24 and have experienced recurring bouts of major depression for most of my life.

And like a crow with a carcass, one tends to feed off the other.

Because of my impaired mobility — most days I’m confined to bed for 22 hours — it’s often impossible to exercise enough so that my brain releases sufficient endorphins, one of the hormones key to experiencing joy.

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