past and present

This is a picture of me from 2006 while I was in recovery from my first diagnosed bought of major depression. We went to the beach. I had this feeling that if I went I would be healed and I sort of was. I smiled big, I wrote in the sand, I felt the cold water soak the cuffs of my jeans. We rested on a blanket and stared at the water, I remembered how big God was.

Today I wish I could go to the beach. I wish it would heal me again just like it did on that stark magical day. I think that is a one time thing though. I think it is written somewhere that Catherine can only be healed by the beach once.