...is how I described 2020 in an instagram caption earlier this month, and I really meant it. It feels like no other 10-month period in my life has been as filled with depressive episodes and weeping, as etched by grief (both macro and micro), as gilded with despair as these first 10 months of 2020. I was talking with my friend, K, about the feeling of this particularweek, after so many bad weeks, and she said something like, "things keep happening but I'm learning nothing, I'm not growing." And that was it! (K is a novelist; she has such a way with words.) I feel like no cliché is applicable here: this doesn't feel like it's making me stronger; I resolutely do
A Crying Year...
A Crying Year...
A Crying Year...
...is how I described 2020 in an instagram caption earlier this month, and I really meant it. It feels like no other 10-month period in my life has been as filled with depressive episodes and weeping, as etched by grief (both macro and micro), as gilded with despair as these first 10 months of 2020. I was talking with my friend, K, about the feeling of this particularweek, after so many bad weeks, and she said something like, "things keep happening but I'm learning nothing, I'm not growing." And that was it! (K is a novelist; she has such a way with words.) I feel like no cliché is applicable here: this doesn't feel like it's making me stronger; I resolutely do