With my husband gone, I had to think about options. I had not been able to work in about twelve years. What had started out as simple panic attacks had turned into agoraphobia and raging, suicidal depression with psychotic features, all of which had been exacerbated by grief[…]

Well folks, now you know the worst of it (See post, “In The Well With Tolstoy”). Being a creative type, I sometimes imagine something worse happening to me in the future, but thankfully, so far, nothing has come close to losing my brother and father to suicide.  Sometimes[…]