‪I felt the heaviness ‬‪lift, and I stepped into my own skin. ‬
‪As time went by, the feeling began to grow, one of despair, sadness, and hopelessness.

I couldn’t understand why, as I had dropped the coat at the door with all its distastefulness.

As I looked down I saw a single thread that had remained attached to me, unraveling slowly from the coat, the single thread swaying like a snake, reached out with its hand as a thread loops through the eye of a needle.

Unbeknownst to me, the seamster had started its work, and as I looked in the mirror, I was draped all over again, same coat, same embroidery…

Depression.‬

I am a Mom of two young adults, married for 33 years and a registered nurse by profession. I have suffered with depression most of my life but just recently I have really recognized its presence. I have found writing about it as very cathartic. Thelovelifelaughter.com

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