I started growing a beard earlier this year, around Memorial Day Weekend. It had been nearly two months since Kim decided to end our relationship at the time, and I was still mired in a rather severe depression (as compared to the moderate-to-medium depression I’ve worked down to now), and I was spending that weekend in a small town in Western Iowa with relatives, just to get out and away from all of the memories that were haunting me, if but for a few days respite. 311 more words