Winter Log
Last April I wrote a piece ‘Spring and its discontents’ about the perennial challenge of that blooming joyful season for depressives like me; and of how this year it had been more manageable by greater connection to the web of life and by taking anti-depressant pills. It was something of a ‘coming out’ about depression to my family and friends, though probably not a great surprise to anyone. I received many kind and thoughtful responses, which began the work of restoring the