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….
Category: Mental Health
Between Meds and Madness
Yesterday, I called my brother. I thought he was coming up this weekend so I just wanted to check up on him. Since I had him on the phone we got to talking and catching up. It had been a while. Phone conversations with my brother start with, “how are you?” And with the same,…
