All That Carry On...: Oktoberfest by Ellen O'Donnell
After August 31, the good mornings and goodnights disappeared. In the push/pull of bipolar, as he muddled through the anhedonia, ambivalence, and anxiety, his contact became sporadic. I lived to hear from him, but his contact was sparse. Part of the torment was the innate understanding that the torture of his depressed mind trumped my own grief.
Author Ellen O’Donnell and Artist Imelda Hinojosa
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