I used to love you, but I may need to leave you.
I remember back in the early days when you still made loving fun. Times were hard out there in America. The new Coronavirus pandemic was ravaging my home state of New York. I, like so many other Americans, was beyond alarmed at what I was seeing and hearing, and even more fearful of the unknowns.
On the news, I saw the horrible scenes of what was happening in New York City, a dystopian nightmare of refrigerator truck morgues and mass graves. I saw the leaked photographs of the early pandemic New York hospitals, the horror of row upon row of…
Your guide to freedom from that nasty habit
It’s a familiar scenario for many of us — you’re mindlessly scrolling through your Facebook feed, enjoying photos of people’s pets and babies, laughing at relatable memes about humanity’s fierce need for coffee, and getting far too easily distracted by eerily applicable ads when suddenly it happens. Your Aunt Cheryl has posted an “article” detailing how Joe Biden was not actually inaugurated on January 20, 2021, and that Donald Trump will be sworn in for his second term on March 4, 2021. You can’t believe the absurdity of it. Your emotional barometer rises. …
The Imperfect Act of Maintaining an Inner Safety Net
There’s an image I visualize of my strength and of my ability to survive. I picture myself like a circus performer, a trapeze artist. I’m high in the air, ascended to levels that could pose great risk to life and limb, but below me is my safety net, thick rope woven together in an intricate, orderly, beautiful pattern, there to break my fall against all of the assaults of life that might throw me off balance, or thrust me into hopelessness and helplessness.
Hopelessness and helplessness are not foreign states of being to me. I know depression — deep, consuming…
