The Bewitching Hour

At first I was gonna put this on my blog.  But then I thought:  Why not put it here?  It’s as though one has been searching for their audience all their life and finally found it!  Wow.  That’s a mouthful.

Some may wonder if there is such a thing as the Bewitching Hour.  And I’m gonna step in here and say it does exist.  How do I know it exists?  Through my experience with my and of my illness.  The only time I wasn’t suicidal when I was deeply depressed was the months after Andrew’s birth.  I had fallen to such unfathamoble (damn!  i need spellcheck!  I already know it’s wrong.)

For some reason, at that time, suicide was off the radar for me.  And it’s kind of a mystery to me, because, god knows I get suicidal very easily, given the proper conditions.  I was on the couch for months, however, and time seemed to drag on endlessly.  It felt like a slow death.  But for some reason, every day, at 4pm, my Depression would miraculously lift.  And I breathed in moments of relief.  I will never forget that hour.

Things That Never Made It Into Print

By Things That Never Made It Into Print

Keep it simple ... Radical ... Writer, Artist, Dancer, Musician, Chicago Betty

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