Yeast are Never Depressed

This summer has been a shitshow. Lyme disease, ER visits, The One's impending open-heart surgery. Of course, an old friend stopped by. Re-reading this helped. May it give hope to those who need it. xo

I AM DEPRESSED.¹ I can’t choke it down any longer. Like a fat birthday boy demanding the largest chunk of cake by moving his hands farther and farther apart, my depression has eyed me, every day wanting a bigger and bigger piece. This morning, it took all of me.

Maybe I’m still sick with the flu, I think when I wake up. It’s possible. I’ve been pummeled f…