thanks for this…it takes a lot to be vulnerable…be safe
I’ve been trying to lightly explain it away by putting it down to a mid-life crisis, to put my inability to write down to writers block, to put my exhaustion down to “it’s coming up to the end of the year”, but it’s more than that.
When you’ve struggled with depression, at least for me, it never really goes away. It always feels as if I’m standing on the edge of a big dark black hole. I can take steps away from it, into the sunshine, but it’s always there. Lurking in the shadows. Waiting for my return.
Lately, and I’m not sure exactly when, or exactly how, but I seem to have stepped back into the darkness.
I thought it would pass. I didn’t think anyone needed to know. I thought I was past this kind of thing, that I was just in a funk.
After having come out of…
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