With friends and needy and grieving and isolated and savoring, I went creative: the paintbrush and the hammer and the string making patterns I could follow.
Life is about walking together toward Good. But if it had been up to me to go out and find a mentor, I might still be looking.
Change comes slowly, and is shy of being quantified. It took a lot of time, a lot of living, just to heal. My depression is seasonal, but it was getting worse. I wasn’t getting back my zest for life in between. In the summer times I didn’t ponder taking my life, but I would always […]