Influenza Valentine

I’m a little… down. You know, that feeling in your core that alternates between emptiness, like nothing can fill it, and anxiety, like everything is bad. Since finally getting all the way off of Cymbalta and switching back to Zoloft, I rarely get very depressed anymore. Like the scary angry black hole kind where you…

Traumatic Birth: Life After Near-Death (Updated)

They took her. I was cut open and hastily re-stitched; paralyzed by a spinal block; bags of my own blood prepared and ready to transfuse if necessary, though apparently the physical danger to me was now over. The operating room was cold and sterile, glints of hard stainless steel, no friendly faces. My kind and…