by Leah Perrault | Oct 8, 2017
Several years ago I found myself face down on my office floor crying, trapped in a darkness of depression only I could see. Somewhere beneath my tears I found the strength to do what I had not been able to imagine before: I picked up the phone and called for help....
by Leah Perrault | Jun 7, 2017
My sister had an old dead tree tattooed on her arm. She always meant to have dark clouds filled in behind it, but she didn’t get the chance. I asked her why a dead tree and not a living one; she said it was because she had seen the dark and the dead and gotten through...
by Leah Perrault | Dec 7, 2016
Photo Credit: Katherine Seibert I wandered out into the darkness the other night, wrapped in a thick fog. I could see about three car lengths in front of me on the asphalt, and then a wall of white, reflecting my headlights back at me. The brightness designed to...
