Mental Health

I can still see the flashes of light, looking up toward the sky from the bottom of the pool, the way the sun played on the ripples of water. I can still see my hair swirling around like the mermaids I often pretended to be, but surely mermaids don’t thrash and flail and reach and fight the water. Surely, mermaids don’t sink like this. I can still see the bubbles…

In my struggle with depression, I’ve had a number of “blue” periods. Not quite debilitating, but there’s still a heaviness about me. I manage it in a number of ways (medication, diet, exercise, prayer, therapy, friends), though I have to admit, not often enough with encouraging…