I have at least two more in-depth posts started, but I can’t decide which to flesh out first. Both will be a little painful to write, so it really doesn’t matter much to me. I present to you a grim choice: would you rather first hear about my brush with domestic violence, or my brush with depression?
Geez. What a question. I apologize that you’ll get both eventually, whether you like it or not. Neither will be particularly heartwarming or have a warm and fuzzy ending wrapped neatly in a handmade bow, but I think that both are stories worth sharing. Enough time has elapsed that I think I can now tell the stories with a more (and less) critical eye to the person I was at the time, and the person that walked out the other side of both happenings, head held somewhat high. High enough. The person I am now.