I’d wanted to talk today about suicide prevention and the process of recovery as someone who deals with ideations, but today feels like a late evening in a house with bolted doors and a crackling fireplaces; I can hear the black dog baying outside, pacing the property, but I don’t want to give him thought for the moment.
I'm very sorry to hear that you have a Black Dog lurking nearby and trying to become/remain your own, but always glad to hear about how you are and what you've been doing.
Your story sounds wonderful and healing, and it sounds like you find it that way as well. ^_^
This reminded me of speaker for the dead (and the follow on, xenocide) from Orson Scott Card. Great topic, Cassandra. Lovely to hear there is a version of this happening in real life.
I'm very sorry to hear that you have a Black Dog lurking nearby and trying to become/remain your own, but always glad to hear about how you are and what you've been doing.
Your story sounds wonderful and healing, and it sounds like you find it that way as well. ^_^
I can't wait. It sounds absolutely wonderful, Cassandra!
This reminded me of speaker for the dead (and the follow on, xenocide) from Orson Scott Card. Great topic, Cassandra. Lovely to hear there is a version of this happening in real life.