Mood Altering Stories
It’s maddening behavior like this that makes semi-hysterical depressives like me a particularly easy-to-love lot.
And then, I realized, I wasn't alone. I was greeted by another voice, one I’m already deeply familiar with.
A little, buried part of me had just enough romance left that the idea of living in an aluminum tube jimmied between ferns and large pines felt nice.
my heartbeat began picking up speed as I transitioned into a mode of operation I’m all too familiar with.
Last Wednesday, I noticed an innocently-placed FedEx envelope at my doorstep.
I want to go on the record and say that I, Sam Lamott, am a proud member of the tribe still alive, I find existing exhausting at times...
Without wasting time, she turned to me, mouth wide open, mostly in the shape of a smile. I looked away, I wanted no part in this, but I could feel her bright blue eyes on me.
I bear hugged her so we were chest to chest, and slowly walked backward down the stairs. She had her footing on some stairs, and could help carry her weight, while on others her feet floated across like a ballerina.