It was 2016 and a terribly dark period at that. I found a way out from a time that was hurting, but in doing so I escaped rather than resolved matters. I understand why in times of war cities destroy the very bridges. It prevents the enemy from coming in, but in…
Category: Compassion
Quiet House (2016, revisited)
Depression to me is a quiet house. It is held in a shadow box, behind a thick pane of crystal glass. Where if you can peer inside, you will see that there are always dishes in the sink, and a persistent steady drip from the bathroom faucet. The swing set out back rocks gently….
