Questions of Depression

I have a list of blog post ideas in my journal, which I reference when I am in a writing mood and need some inspiration. My latest suggestion was as follows: "Week of depression (May 2026, depression as episodic with some weeks being hard for no reason)"

I don't remember which week of May this was. I don't know if I was feeling depressed for a couple of days or a couple of weeks. But I do know that depression lingers. Depression lives in me.

Depression lives in me the way mold creeps on living things, the way bacteria spreads, the way innocence is tainted by sadness and broken promises. It's there. It's always there.

Part of the Club

It's been a while since I've been in this writing and blogging routine. I've been journaling a lot, which I highly recommend for everyone, but especially anyone struggling. Journaling gives me clarity and peace, and it gives me quiet. It is my story and my truth, and mine alone. Sometimes though, when all is processed and signed off and thought through, I want to share my stories. So here we are.

I write my most honest and intimate details of my life on my blog, stories I have felt so much shame about and struggles I am still actively fighting. People are surprised and shocked, but often grateful. How do I have the courage, the bravery, the vulnerability, to share so much of myself?