‘I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile, I will not say I’m alright for you’ – Martha Wainwright.
Because there is a pressure to be alright, isn’t there? Because every single time I write something for this blog, I wonder if I’m being too gloomy. But the truth is, this is a blog about depression. It always has been, no matter how much I dance around the issue. Even though I’m getting better, it will never be gone forever. Perhaps one day it will take me away again.
Between-times are dawn and twilight, when it’s not quite day and not quite night. According to mythology, these are the times when you are most likely to see fairies. My first post on this blog, one of my favourite poems I’ve ever written, is about the last time I saw the dawn. So the other name of this blog comes from my love of the supernatural, from my feeling that I am always in-between things, and from my utter inability to take a decent photo of the sunset.