As time stood itself still, she walked towards the camera as if beckoned by something more powerful than the need to be seen. What happened next was as naked as naked can be. A courageous and utterly beautiful articulation of the sheer weight and terror of depression.
Beyond the drama of tragic events lies the deafening, visceral and prolonged experience of grief. An experience that is seemingly untouchable by those who look in from the outside.
We are fragile. You and me. Though we act strong, our lives are held together with thoughts of where we might be tomorrow. And of disappointed
yesterdays. At any moment we might shatter. We might fall to our knees weighed down by …