
I roll over in bed and glance at the clock: 9 am. Good, I think, I don’t have to get up for a while. I shut my eyes and fall back asleep. Continue reading

I roll over in bed and glance at the clock: 9 am. Good, I think, I don’t have to get up for a while. I shut my eyes and fall back asleep. Continue reading
How does one describe an experience of mental illness? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself a lot lately as I think about putting into words an odyssey I’d rather not dwell on too long. In the last four months I experienced a series of situations I wouldn’t wish on my greatest enemy (not even Trump). It was intolerable, full of suffering, and of course, as these things are, full of grace. Continue reading