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 ]

Make Me A Bird…

“Dear God, make me a bird, So I can fly far, Far, far away from here” I remember feeling just like just like little Jenny did in Forrest Gump – always sending out prayers – or I would be writing in diaries, or making deals with God or the universe at large, or blowing on [ Read More ]