In the interest of sticking to my plan to try and post only photos for a while (with occasional commentary), I've been writing what I would normally post here in another place -- namely, a piece I've been greenlighted to write about the past few months: my decrease into major depression, my stay at the hospital, the custody battle that has ensued, and my slow but determined recovery. Most of the photos I have posted here have shown the progress I have made over the past three weeks; good days, medium days, but rarely the bad days. Mostly because I haven't really had that many bad days (hurray for chemical living)
Today, however, SUCKS. And it's Day 21. Is that ominous?