Unfinished Business: If I Had the Strength

I make no apologies to the disclosure in the following… Silence Kills. I’ve often thought, over all these years, that I was weak for not having killed myself. Even knowing now that Depression is a disease – a mental illness – and not a matter of Attitude. And that it lies to us. Depression – the liar, cheat, and thief. And even knowing that it is better that I am among the Living now. But I still remember – and sometimes still feel – the sting of not accomplishing much in my life, of never finishing things. Never measuring...

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