Learning to Dance: A Narrative About how Depression Saved my Soul
Originally posted on SwimBikeRunTyP:
My breathing matches the rhythmic beat of the heartbeat music sounding over the speakers. Badum—I breath in; an eternity of two seconds pass in silence—badum—I breath out. The warm dirty water lay three feet or so beneath the pontoon that seventy-five athletes stand on; it rocks gently back and forth from…
