Gerry and I took a short trip this weekend and some of the gifts were conversation en route, hope resurrected, and releasing the weight of “is this all there is?”.
I’ve been wrestling with depression—there, I’ve written it. I spoke it aloud a few days ago and now I’ve written it so it’s official. I’ve been in a dark place.
Maybe there are more shadows ahead but the respite of a few days away lingers sweet this morning. Resting here for now.