Make A Living Writing | September 2012 | Visit the original article online
It’s a refrain lots of us hear on a weekly basis. “You work from home? Gosh, that must be awesome! I wish I could do that.” What these full-timer friends of mine didn’t know was that while my freelancer status meant breezing through errands midday, hitting the gym when it was practically empty, and freely abusing the snooze button, I was, in reality, sinking into depression.