Month: September 2018

I can’t tell jokes from answers

“Why would you say that if you hate that answer?” “It isn’t that simple. I just didn’t know what else to say!” “Well just keep giving the same answer.” “I do! I do!” “The answer doesn’t change.” “It does because I want them to stop … Continue reading I can’t tell jokes from answers

This thing called depression…

This week I’ve been inwardly struggling, and I’ve been extremely reluctant to share. It’s that age-old voice that can’t seem to shut up whispering that no one will listen, or understand, or even care. The same type of depression that likes to stir up my … Continue reading This thing called depression…