“It is last stage of all when we are frozen up within and quite the phantom of ourselves..."

--- Matthew Arnold

I have a co-worker who killed himself Monday night. He stepped in front of a train. I can't get him out of my mind. I keep thinking...I've been in that depressive darkness before...I understand, so why didn't I pick up on it? Not that there was anything I could have done...or maybe there was. I have been frozen by depression before. So stiff and cold from it that even to have a thought in your brain hurts. He must have been to this point. Dark and cold. Hopeless. My thoughts are with him and his family tonight. I would like to think that he is at peace now...

Project 365: Day 197

Tie a string around your finger so you won't forget...

Project 365: Day 198