Last Thursday I shared with my LinkedIn network the news that I’m battling hard with the black dog of depression and its vicious sidekick, anxiety. It isn’t my first battle though it is the toughest. I felt alone and isolated, of course, but worse than that, I was feeling suffocated by not really talking about…
It didn’t hurt when I ran into the sandstone wall at full pace. Not immediately, anyway. I was able to regather myself a little bit and for a little while. Pushed on some more, moved in what I thought was a forward direction. But I couldn’t outrun the beast as well. Squeezed between a rock…