Waking up to dread almost every morning. With people and activities to look forward to, still I wake up to dread. Like this rocky shore, I know I will traverse it. But I must go through the dread first. In the beginning, the emotion was disbelief, followed by...
Grey day, Perhaps rain, perhaps snow. My inner landscape matches my outer landscape perfectly. Confusing, right, Days like these, depression comes easy. And my husband’s drugs in the fridge and closet call loudly to me. I do not succumb. But I want to,...
