Here.
Since late October, it’s been a dark season. I truly didn’t think I would be here again, but here I am. I’ve needed to pull back from all that I had excitedly put into motion—my book, my business, my first representation on a Board of Directors, my volunteering.
Poem: IS
Depression is a thief.
It robs me of all self-care, empathy, motivation and creativity.
It steals my sweet moments with my children, my connection with my husband, my closeness with friends.
It costs me months of my life at a pop.