It’s back.  I can feel it.  It’s standing on the other side of the door.  The door I locked and barred and barricaded long ago.  It’s pressing on that door, looking for the weak point, the spot that will give and let it come crashing in.  And while it searches, it’s snaking its tendrils through the cracks and crevasses.  It’s wrapping those tendrils tight, round and round, and pulling me down. I can feel it in the weariness that goes all the way…

I was talking with a friend the last week, and she told me that she was happy that I had written about the fertility problems I have had, because so many women have similar stories, but never talk about them.  It was nice to think that writing about it might make someone else feel less alone in their struggle.  And it made me think about something else people don’t talk about much.  Depression. Several years ago, I suddenly found myself…