The Midst and Momentum

I have been here forever.  In the midst of this season of sadness.  According to the calendar its been 3.5 weeks, but depression lives in its own time warp. A Newtonian fluid of fast and slow – where you feel as though you have always been this dark, and yet surely it hasn’t already been more than three weeks since you first began to cry at the sight random daffodil blooms.


Rest. But Do Not Quit.

I’m so glad we are talking about it, so relieved my children live in a world where therapy is normalizing and stigma is being removed.  So unbelievably grateful to attend a church where counseling and medication is not viewed as a flaw in my faith.

And I’m so tired of being that woman who is still talking about it.  Still fighting it.