As the subject line says, I wrote a new poem. As usual, this shouldn’t be considered a final version, as I may decide to change any or all of it in future. Again My head got stuck in the jaws of angertoday; crazy hijacked my afternoon. It doesn’t last, I…
Category: depression
Poem written at 3 am
Yesterday afternoon was very bad. I started crying at lunchtime, and cried off and on for several hours. I finally called Jeff to ask him to leave work early, to pick me up and take me home. I left at 330 pm. I’d cried myself to a headache, and my…
PBS program about depression
Only a couple minutes to write, but wanted to note a very good program about depression that was on PBS a couple nights ago, called Depression: Out of the Shadows. It was followed by a Q&A with Jane Pauley and three experts on different aspects of depression. They are reairing…
I call it “All the parts” because …
In the summer of 1993, my Aunt Helen lent me the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel A Thousand Acres by Jane Smiley. When I returned it to her, I told her my biggest secret: that I had been sexually abused when I was a child. She said to me, as we both…