C. M. Sangalis



A moment of PTSD

There is always that first good day, after a couple weeks in the darkest of places when the mental clouds lift just enough for me to see how wonderful my life is. My lovely little life. And I cry because... Continue Reading →

Where the light goes.

On Monday I was ok. And I got a text that was ok. "I am searching¬†inpatient centers for depression. Don't tell. I'm falling apart.¬†It feels awful. All of it." These texts come and go in my life. I think I... Continue Reading →

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