Healing Is Work

  For almost a year, this “thing” had been going on. I had been having an affair with someone I didn’t know. I kept trying to walk away but somehow, I couldn’t. I thought there was something wrong with me... and it was! I was married to perfection but was having an affair with depression.  Even in the worst times I remained loyal to the marriage of perfection. I continued to be faithful to it even during my fight with stage 3 breast cancer, even though internally the burden weighed heavy. Externally my body ached with pain from radiation but there was no room for weakness because my oldest son was having emergency surgery during one of the most important summers of his life in baseball, then my favorite Uncle passed a day before the surgery and 2 months later my mother passed from Covid. But wait there was a consolation prize, after her funeral I was hospitalized with Covid. I thought I was a strong woman by only crying at night in the dark, then arising the next morning, to...