A memory: I walk outside to smoke a cigarette, or three. I get a horrible coffee from the vending machine – need caffeine, don’t care that it tastes like shit. The time is somewhere between one and three in the morning – I lost track of it. This night, the longest in my life. I… Read More on depression – memory, at the hospital
As some of you have noticed, I’ve been writing about depression, PTSD and mental health issues lately. It’s a new writing project I’ve undertaken with my daughter, Michelle Bvb Lu, in the last few weeks, and this time, it is non-fiction. It is raw writing, coming out of the deepest parts of my soul. It is… Read More exposure – on #depression
We move through it day by day. We’ve come to know #depression closely, we’ve learned to accept it; it’s almost become our friend. I’ve learned that I can’t sharpen my claws and go out to battle with it. If I want to help her, I need to get closer to that dark force keeping her… Read More on #depression
