Riding the Windhorse
A peculiar attribute of despair, painful as it is, is my unwillingness to let go of it. It's as though I'm hugging the weight that's dragging me down under the sea. Despair's means of survival is to bring with it its own resistance to change.
I have a hard time crawling out of my cozy slough of despond.
Years ago, I was feeling trapped in a very difficu…