Depression

You can have lunch or dinner with a person many times and never suspect they have a parasite in their digestive tract. Outwardly, they might seem normal – they have an appetite, they eat, they enjoy the taste. They might even seem better than normal – they might be a Read more…

I Will Love

I don’t want my life to be a novel anymore. A show. It’s beautiful because it’s sad, but it feels like it’s for other people to look at. “Look how strong she’s been, look how hard she falls, look how passionate she is.” They look but don’t touch. They admire Read more…

The Cost of Despair

I’d like to tell you a story. It isn’t my story, and it may not even be entirely accurate, as most of it is based on things I was told, and clouded in painful memories that cut just as deeply today as they did then. but I will do the Read more…