When I was young I pictured a fairytale marriage like the tales of Cinderella and Snow White. No one told me becoming one was a steep mountain with an unknown height. No one told me that during a fight when he walked out the door after the brief relief for a break in the yelling … Continue reading No One Told Me
Beneath her lids shards of light glare against damp lashes beckoning her to fight soft voices of hopelessness-- bring forth memories bright to endure the pain, persevere; enjoy life with renewed insight. By: Amber R. Dulaney
Oversimplifying depression and the cure for it is not helpful to those who suffer from it.