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Singin’ The Winter Blues

A decade ago I was diagnosed with clinical depression and anxiety disorder. The shorter days of less sunlight in the winter months terrify me because of the reality that is Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD).

Ed AndersonDecember 14, 2021black hole, Depression, disability, dispair, great husbands, language, meds, mental illness, nami, narrative essay, pyschiatrist, secrets, shame, suicide, survivor, writingComment

Zipless- (Reprinted with Permission-Chicago Story Press)

This is what we are reading in class: “The zipless fuck was more than a fuck. It was an ideal. Zipless because when you came together zippers fell away like rose petals, underwear blew off in one breath like dandelion fluff. Tongues intertwined and turned liquid.”

Into the Blue

I’ve always prided myself on being a “happy, optimistic and motivated person.” I’ve even bragged about it but out of nowhere Depression just crept in through a basement window and I found him sitting there with his feet up on my nice, new mushroom colored couch and he decided to stay.