Then and Now

This time I saw him coming. But that didn’t make a difference. By the time I thought to get out of his way it was too late. One quick, well-timed sucker punch and I was down for the count.
I’m talking about my recent rendezvous with depression. It sounds romantic when it has been anything but. It has been a terrifying and fantastic journey through ever-changing moods. Shackled in despair and longing to be free: those moments of indescribable panic when my hands shake uncontrollably, the consta...