It’s the early hours of Monday morning and the anxiety about the stuff that’s going to be happening is beginning to build.
I keep wondering if the first session of therapy will be as hard as the assessment sessions were last year. 285 more words
The following poem is one I wrote on June 5, 2007 and it still resonates deeply within me. It shows the contradictions of depression, as I am eternally grateful for the many things I have in my life and the people who love and support me. 198 more words