Can’t trust me

I’m in a great job, working good hours with a bunch of staff who are really happy people. I have an amazing husband who’s gorgeous, kind and smart and a circle of friends who believe in me, support me and care about me. So why do I stand on the very edge of the platformContinue reading “Can’t trust me”

Depression is a sneaky bastard

It doesn’t call ahead. It doesn’t ask “hey, is this a good time?” it just visits when it damn well pleases and that is really hard to deal with. Today it caught me mid-step. I was walking from a cafĂ© to a bakery (hey, I love donuts, ok?) and between my 7th and 8th step,Continue reading “Depression is a sneaky bastard”