When the pain won’t go away

Blowing off steam

playing with colors and brushstrokes

Several months before I realized how depressed I was, my husband noticed something I was doing frequently, that was unusual and new. I was blowing air out my mouth, sort of like a sigh, but with my lips pursed, like a person who is trying to expand their lungs.

At first I thought maybe it was allergies, trying to bre…