We all have a secret we hate to admit, even to ourselves. I relive mine, and the pain it brings, but with a purpose.
Category: <span>Crisis</span>
Living in denial of who you are is sad. Having clarity about who you are is scary. And wondrous.
Sometimes all you can do to survive is to concentrate on the smallest thing in front of you.
Tremendous forces can be held at bay by very strategically placed small forces. The trouble is that it doesn’t take much to remove the blockage to release the larger force.
My first recollection of the grey mist of depression is from third year university. I got through it and maybe learned a lesson along the way.