At first I was gonna put this on my blog. But then I thought: Why not put it here? It’s as though one has been searching for their audience all their life and finally found it! Wow. That’s a mouthful.
Some may wonder if there is such a thing as the Bewitching Hour. And I’m gonna step in here and say it does exist. How do I know it exists? Through my experience with my and of my illness. The only time I wasn’t suicidal when I was deeply depressed was the months after Andrew’s birth. I had fallen to such unfathamoble (damn! i need spellcheck! I already know it’s wrong.)
For some reason, at that time, suicide was off the radar for me. And it’s kind of a mystery to me, because, god knows I get suicidal very easily, given the proper conditions. I was on the couch for months, however, and time seemed to drag on endlessly. It felt like a slow death. But for some reason, every day, at 4pm, my Depression would miraculously lift. And I breathed in moments of relief. I will never forget that hour.