I have been exposed to dark creeping shadows of depression since I was a young girl. To witness your mother going through such painful torture was crippling, not only because I was lost to what was happening and helpless in my desire to heal her.

In time the depression had its final say. Her lungs sighed their last breath of life. Gone was the Mother who held so much of my heart. I
struggled with my fragile loss, convinced that I would one day be hidden away in that same abyss.

Through the years I bounced through many points of light and graying shadows, with one difference — there was a strong spirit of hope residing within that kept me from collapsing, from toppling over the edge.

There is a much higher, illuminating power that I answer to, challenging me to change, to fight, to be part of this amazing world…. His creation. To know that I am so worthwhile, so loved. So, yes, here I will remain in splendid wonder of what my tomorrow’s will bring.

MaryD