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Thunderstorms and all the little things - On Queer Street
This isn’t a cry for help, though it is writing-as-therapy. I’d like to be clear that I’m safe: I am coping even though I am struggling. Right now, my depression feels like I’m outside in a thunderstorm and while every rational part of me knows eventually the torrential rain will stop, I’m struggling to believe that the downpour will end. This post talks about suicidal ideation, depression and the darker parts of my mental illness, so please consider this your content warning. The words rumble in my head and I can’t stop them coming closer. It’s like being outside in a thunderstorm – I measureRead More →