My husband has battled depression for many, many years. Some battles he wins, some he loses, but he has never surrendered the war. He is William Wallace, my Braveheart (he loves that movie).
This blog is my attempt at literary (probably not so literary, really) therapy. I will write in tears, joy, bitterness, hope, discouragement, and strength-possibly all at once. I will pray in both happy and broken hallelujahs.
What this page may lack in levity, I will attempt to make up for in sarcasm. You’re welcome and I’m sorry.