Depression is a strange mistress. You can push her away, distract yourself, but then someone says a turn of phrase. You return home, alone, the lights off and the darkness consuming. You read the right book, or watch the wrong movie. Her arms wrap around you and you’re reminded she hasn’t moved on, she hasn’t left or abandoned you when it feels like everyone else has. You may allow her cold administrations without a fight. You may struggle, beg her to leave until you’re in tears. But she is dominating and she knows you better than anyone, and in time you succumb. Even in the happiest of moments, you succumb. Because Depression is a strange mistress.
God With Us!
...like butta' on your toast!
Don't Panic! It's just my collection of book reviews, writing, and other randomness.
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Where Dreams Take Flight
I'm visiting each place in the song "I've Been Everywhere". This is my story.
Fantasy Writer and Cartographer
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"Before the sea she stood, still as a statue but for the wind rippling in her loose lavender-grey dress and toying with her black hair - it billowed in the salty breath of the ocean like a flag of defiance."
The gentle musings of a madman...
Author of science fiction and fantasy stories, choosing to write the stories that he would love to read.
a place for a little bit of everything
Follow along with the hijinks of an emerging writer
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A classic daily devotional
My journey to being the beauty that lives inside my dreams...
We create worlds you can only imagine.