Stark awake on a bed of dread,
I wait on sleep, desperate for oblivion,
pinned, struggling, like a specimen
on the blue-steel spike of night.
Depression is all in my head…
and in my cells,
and in my synapses,
and in my chemistry.
I swallow my pride with the pill,
praying this antidepressant will
detonate in my body like a balm.
I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.
I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.
