I made peace with the war inside of me. 

I know about the war my son fought - The Great War of Depression. That is a battlefield to reckon with...


I lost my son to that Battle and fighting it myself every single day.

And though I am wandering and stumbling around that field of carnage I had to find my own garden to survive. I had to search for the Poppy that sprang from the battlefield to give me hope. So I became the Head Gardener of my Inner Garden. Forcing myself during all seasons to keep cultivating and expanding it. My garden tools are meditation, therapy, connecting with other survivors and keeping my sons memory alive.