What better sign of spring than rain?


After days of rompin' stompin' gorgeous weather, it rained today.  Rather profusely.  Chase wasn't impressed.

Today also happened to be a "Write Love On Her Arms" day.  If you haven't heard before, this is their mission statement: 

To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide.  TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.

If you haven't read their vision, I strongly encourage you to do so here.

As somebody who has struggled rather mightily with depression for twenty years, this organization and awareness obviously means a great deal to me.  

When you have depression, the rain never ends.  No matter how vivid the view for everybody else - even their rain seems brighter - you're surrounded by a cloud of hazy hurt.  Always.  It can feel like this.

And so we wrote love on our arms.

We hope that our lives can make a difference to those around us.  And that somebody, somewhere, who needs to know . . . knows that we love them.  

1 comment:

  1. Fine... I have learned my lesson.. don't read the blog without tissues IN HAND. Love it!!