Category Archives: On Depression
Dangerous Beauty
Everything once whole now shattered all around me, broken glass and sharp edges, all angles, all glittering light bouncing and reflecting becoming something glimmering and somehow solid a field of diamonds oh how I wish just for once to be … Continue reading
Don’t Talk
I don’t talk about it; I like to talk about it, I’d like to talk about it, but I don’t talk about it. I don’t talk about it because of the look on everyone’s face. The look that means disappointment. … Continue reading
Who Needs To Be Revived
It is spring that revives, even as the world begins to claw its way out from under the suffocating blanket of so many things better left unsaid why in fact don’t we all just stay in the cold in the … Continue reading
End In Sight
There are times when I wake that an afternoon light has tempted my eyelids, made me believe sunlight, golden and streaming, was pouring in to cover my face, illuminate me in honey. I wake expecting radiance. I wake, expecting a … Continue reading
Someone Else’s Shoes
“They don’t fit” is my first thought. “They are too narrow, too tight and too long. I’ll trip in these. I’ll fall. They pinch. They hurt. They don’t look like me. They don’t feel like me. It’s unfamiliar. It’s hard.” … Continue reading