There was a time I cared enough to question it, when they said that things would get better. Where is eventually’s address? And are we there yet? Are we there yet? Sitting tracing circles on the smoky windows of memory, Pain says my only options are to resist or serve. The dilemma exists and there’s going to be hell to…
Written on September 16th, 2003 – Based on a conversation with a friend (referred to in this post as ‘you’). I think my failing, my utter failing, is my tendency to feel as much as I can, whether it is pain or joy. I have often plumbed the utter depths of despair, but you have not often seen me like…
This is the second part of a two-part post about my battle with depression. You can find the first post here. I was not gone. I know that now. But for a long time, I didn’t. For three long years, as my depression took complete control of me, I didn’t know that. I thought I had changed and…
This is the first part of a two-part post about my battle with depression. You can find the second post here. The voice is sly and wheedling; if it weren’t for the actual words it would sound almost persuasive. ‘You’re right. Nobody cares if you live or die. You’re entirely alone.’ My response is both predictable and pathetic.…