simply a reflection of my own experience
My book is a vibrant and sensuous story about how depression affected me as a mom and wife. My hope is that it reads like a dreamscape, not the nightmare that it can be.
Like the concrete sidewalk on which we take pace, I feel cold, hardened, one-dimensional and flat. Each slab of gray reflects the pewter sky above. The kids have been up since 5:30 and the light hasn’t changed since the sun rose at 7:30. I wonder if it’s 9 or 11. My anger hovers like the cloud layer above. This dull light signals the start of the darker days from which I will suffer even more. -