By Farraday Miller
I was married only 2 years before depression set in. Once the dust settled I felt trapped and missed the freedom that I had abused in my single life. When I got married I tried to block the spares out of my mind although I never let go of them entirely. My heart hurt at the thought of my being untrue to a good man while my body longed to be in the arms of another. There were many sleepless nights and arguments that were only true on the surface because I couldn’t dare express anything that I was really feeling. I was confused and living in a place where when I looked in the mirror, it was my mother and father who stared back at me. The hate that I felt for them was entangled with the disgust that I felt for myself. I was spinning around and each attempt I made to stop spinning only made matters worse.