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 day after day, and 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, you feel … Read more...