Letter from depression

Dear Sufferer,

I roll in like a slow moving fog, smother your motivation and sit on your self esteem like it’s an old comfortable sofa. There may be no particular outside trigger and it might otherwise be a beautiful sunny day.

But inside your head it’s gray, damp and miserable.

Heaviness moves in and day after day, managing and enduring life is more of a challenge. When will it stop? When will it go away?

Oh but I’m not done.

Like a lightning bolt out of the sky, I can strike and bring on a moment of such intense pain, … Read more...