Badger Proverb: The Sorrow of Creative Nonfiction, Part 1

I never quite know how to treat my depression in the context of my writing. I don’t particularly like floating that word and leaving it at that. It’s a big word, to start, empty and abstract, like love and evil and joy and God, devoid of much meaning without particulars. And I don’t necessarily want to engage the particulars, at least not now, at least …