Depression is a dark hole. A void in your soul, a black lens across your vision. Seeing through it can be hard, if not impossible. I feel like a worm in the bottom of a dry well. I know there is light above me somewhere. Everyone tells me I should be able to see it. I
Jenny and I have a problem. Well, we have a lot of problems, but one is bugging me now. It’s cleaning time, and has been all year. We have a house with a weird layout, which means it’s impossible to use space efficiently. It also means that we can never guarantee access to everything all
One of the things I experience around Jenny is a constant culture shock. We are so different sometimes, that I think we must be from different planets. Most of this is due to my very abusive and neglectful upbringing, compared to her mostly normal upbringing. Some of it has to do with her being a
