I suffer with depression.
Admitting this to yourself is really hard. There is so much stigma surrounding mental health that I’ve still not fully come to terms with that sentence. 646 more words
You could trace Lyman’s progress yearly for almost twenty years across the country, starting in the West, then the Middle West and the Deep South, and finally the East, like he had some feeble notion of reversing the tide of pioneer migration so as to end up at the beginning, where, for him, the first wrong step had been taken, where his old man’s old man had been carried in his great-great-grandmother’s arms down the plank off some boat in shit filled diapers. 6 more words