It was hard work
3 years ago
and it took about two years, but I think I am finally over the past issue that was troubling me. I fell into a deep well of depression. I thought I would never get out, but time heals all wounds. I just kept getting out of bed, even if the only thing that I wanted to live for was the next episode of “Battlestar Galactica.”
I still have down days, but they are fewer and farther between than they used to be. I’m thankful for that. Time does really heal all wounds.
