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othing like a trip to a water park to send a girl spiraling into depression. This summer, my husband decided it was time to take our children to an indoor water park.  “It’ll be fun.  A new adventure.  Great quality family time.”  That last line was directed at me in a desperate attempt to persuade me to go.  To me, he sounded exactly like the teacher in the Charlie Brown Christmas specials, for the only words ringing in my ears were my own … No, no, no, no, no! I’ll have to wear a bathing suit!

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