I believe that the ugly, nasty, terrible, sad and miserable stories are really the ones that win the day. The crap that shows that we can survive, and that drop the veil of separation, are what help and heal. The hard stories bridge the gap created by the boasts and brags.
I think that this should be titled The Climb, because that is how this has felt to me. I feel as though I have been climbing, step by step and day by day, out of the hole I dug myself. This took a lot of personal inquiry and attention, but not necessarily a lot of… Continue reading The Hole (Part 2)
The personal experience of digging my own hole and dealing with suicidal ideation.