Bottom of the List

A lifetime of last I write this not to boast or brag about a cleaned office. Not to say depression got me here and this is how I overcame it. Not to say I will never let it get this bad again. And definitely not to say that I will never put myself last again.Continue reading “Bottom of the List”

In a Bell Jar at Sea

Living with Major Depressive Disorder – in Prose Poetry I slept many years now. Down the drain before I could stop it. You know those drives where you forget how you got there. This all happened so fast yet at such slow pace. The mirror shows the same eyes and same nose. Same plain faceContinue reading “In a Bell Jar at Sea”