New Beginnings

When I began my journey here, Owen was still only months old — this was all still so very new. He was still so very new. I began writing to keep close friends and family in the so-called loop, until I eventually realized that writing here was the only thing keeping me from thinking in the [ Read More ]

A Chemical Crisis Vs. An Existential Crisis

I told Scott yesterday that I think I’m depressed.  That it feels like a wave has crashed over me and I’m barely able to hold on – only having the rare moment when I’m graced with the ability to break free and take in a deep gasping breath of air before I am pulled back [ Read More ]