I am falling apart. The disintegration starts internally, with synapses and cells I suppose. But eventually the phenomenon must manifest physically, visibly, externally. To all but me it’s an ineffectual alarm, quiet and cumulative. My hair is falling out. My ponytail is half as thick, and it’s still thinning. When I run my fingers through […]
bipolar depression
I Can’t Find the Words
I hear Jeff come briskly down the hall, not long after he’d gotten up and left me burrowed in the bed. I tense. I know that tempo. It’s more dramatic on workdays, when he has on his boots; this morning, he’s wearing soft soles. Jeff wouldn’t march back to our bedroom with such haste and […]