Adding a bit of color

I ordered the most perfect shade of lipstick. Mystic Plum. It is the color of a first kiss. It is a North Dakota wild rose blowing in the wind on a grey, rainy day. It is melancholy. It is a color that makes you wonder if I am wearing lipstick or if my lips are …

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Managing my depression

The feelings are like waves. They rise and fall with regularity. Predictable, almost. It's the worst for me in the morning and at night. As I lie in bed in the morning, waiting for Melvin to insist that I get up to feed him before the alarm goes off, I think to myself that I …

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