He had lost himself.  Somewhere along the way, he no longer knew who he was.  Did the depression come first, leading him astray?  Or did the depression tag along, following the self out the door?  Regardless  of the order, he was left a shell.  Rather than face the void and explore its dark depths, heContinue reading “A(void)”

Anger Deflation

My biggest stumbling block was (and at times, continues to be) anger.  I could not get past the deliberate nature of what he had done.  Holding me, telling me how much he loved me and would miss me while his bride’s ring sat in his car, ready to be placed on her finger within theContinue reading “Anger Deflation”

Anger is a Succubus

Anger.   It is so easy to go there.  To stay there. Why did he do this to me?  How could he have done these things? What a (fill in the blank with your favorite expletive)! That anger is a succubus; she’ll draw you in, tempting you, and then slowly suck you dry, leaving you brittleContinue reading “Anger is a Succubus”

Softness Isn’t Just for Selling Tissues

When I was a toddler, I used to try to walk through the sliding glass door.  Repeatedly.  The coffee table was simply an apparition that should bend to my will and allow me passage.  Even the bulk of the couch was no match for my will; I assumed that it too could be bested ifContinue reading “Softness Isn’t Just for Selling Tissues”