I slid down onto the floor. My back rested on the couch as my brain slowed to a stop. The children were safe; the house was quiet. The darkness of my thoughts crashed over me. Their depth startled me. I sat immobilized by the idea that my hope of breaking free from depression had vanished. And with that, I had arrived, unceremoniously, at a turning point. I knew that to keep going – surviving - I needed help. I had done a commendable job at covering my feelings. So, friends and family around me had no idea what I was feeling. But then the veneer started to crack. Darkness invaded me, reverberating off the walls of the silent house. The First Step In Finding Hope for Dealing with ... read more
