The Other Side

by Kim Holden

Guilty that maybe I don’t feel guilty enough. You name it, I feel guilty about it. Guilt and me, we’re conjoined. One. When it isn’t stabbing me, I drag it around like a ball and chain.

“But you didn’t,” he reminds me. “And depression isn’t about weakness, it’s about battling and wanting to deaden the pain, not the person.”

People aren’t perfect. It’s not about loving them when it’s easy and convenient; it’s about loving them even more when it’s hard.”