Seasons come and seasons go and I believe…I’m pretty sure…that I am just about out of my
24-month season of loss and returning to a season of life. Of course, only time
will tell.
My upbringing teaches me to “pull up my bootstraps and
stand tall,” however, with each loss my strength to pull and stand erect
weakened. Depression pulled me further and further into its abyss. And my body
followed.
