My wife Jody suffered from depression (which eventually led to her fatal drug overdose), and I remember how frustrated I was that I couldn’t do anything to help. It came from inside her, and seemed to have little to do with how things were.

It’s been over 12 years since she’s been gone, and life goes on. When I took this photo, it reminded me of her depression, so I wrote down how I think she might’ve felt:

there’s a bright blue sky

just beyond these dark trees;

a wonderful world of beauty;

a world of light and love

where people wave and smile

and life…happens;

a world of fussy grandmas

and naughty grandchildren–

if only I could get beyond

these damn black trees!

it’s no use; they’re too thick.

maybe if I take more morphine,

i’ll get to that blue sky.

And that she did.

–photo by me