Gene pool
The strain of alcoholism and depression
Runs from my father’s father’s mother
A taut anchor’s line
From the black, blind, patient mud
That waits to suck me down
Or stir up like squid ink, darkening the waters
The ever-present mire
Amazing how a few words can increase our understanding of other people's struggles or of the origins of our own struggles.
Thank you
The abyss of addiction can draw you in.
It seems that alcoholism and`depression are often engaged in their own exhausting dance.
That damned mire - good description
Thank you