I feel that it may be time to talk about something less depressing than suicide. This chapter is a discussion about depression and the things you love. It may upset you, if you have experienced the same.
I’m going to talk about my bonsai.
To be more specific with you, I’m going to speak about my first bonsai – the one that withered and died. Eleanor bought me it for our anniversary.
I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it. A couple of tears came to my eyes as I looked at it. A small tree and a beautiful one. My piece of the Garden of Eden. No matter what, I vowed to myself as I looked into Eleanor’s bright, happy eyes, this would be in my life for the rest of my days. I would look after it every day like it was a new-born…
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