At the End of the Dark

When my suicidal ideation came back, I told myself it was just the pandemic. Then I actually got help.

Pictured: Not the view from my kitchen. Photo by Denys Nevozhai on Unsplash

The winter solstice is a turning point in the year; the longest night, when the year turns on its hinge and swings back toward summer. It means that the darkest part is already over, I told my daughter. We got through it, and there’s going to be more and…