Depression wears a lot of masks. It looks like people.It looks like no one. It sounds like tear drops.It sounds like silence. It feels like isolation.It feels like standing in a crowded room. It is one thing.It is all things smashed together.It is a mosaic.Each tile for each day.Each color depicting the vast landscape ofContinue reading “A Sunken Place”
Here I write about my journey to discover joy, overcome sorrow, and experiencing everything in between.
Everyday Erika 