Catching Sound & Fire, Baby. Burn.
Two of the pieces I have written for one of my most cherished and beloved friends who suffers from depression. I have another, one of my best friends. She and I are what you would call, “Frick and Frack,” if you are familiar with the pair. My Mom… I have written many things about her; about depression, her struggle with it to this day, but I do not share those. I have my reasons for not doing so. Only one is on Medium that hints at her fight with the illness. So many countless others that I love, that I hold on to, because I hate to see them drowning. And, in the sea of things unbound, what looks to be strongest can become weak.
I thank you for posting this, for sharing it with us. It needs to be read and understood. It needs to stick.