The sun never sets on the large island nation Addicted — or, it always does. Addicted, a unique, magical, wild, craggy place with enormous waterfalls and underground pools — which reminds you of other places. Often too cold, wet, and windy — yet, sometimes beneath glorious sun. The night sky blooms multicolored with stars so bright. The Earth as she is meant to be. The rocks speak. The stars know things. Get lost wandering the lava rock plains. Get lost in hot spring bliss overlooking the lava rock plains — as if this place had just been born. Return from Addicted and find every other place now disappoints nowhere so beautiful nor interesting. Yet, it is possible to survive outside of Addicted — and, not at all possible within. Visitors are not allowed. One must become a temporary resident. Fairies grant permission to any and all with a kiss of pink powder wafted from their sparkling wings. But the gnomes ask a series of invasive questions.
Relatable — I used this word in my reviews of Depression Hates a Moving Target by Nita Sweeney on Goodreads and Amazon . It's a nice word, but overused of late. So, it feels lazy. What do I mean? I connected with this book. It made me reflect more on my own first marathon experience. It made me want to put on my running shoes and head out the door again. In fact, I did. Now, typically, my mental health doesn't hinder my ability to do the stuff I want to do and my body flies under the radar. Still, I also felt goofy stepping out in my running gear a lot of the time. I didn't see myself as a "runner" or an athlete. And, I had no idea if I could run 13 miles let alone 26.2 when I started. More to the point, could I stay moving for the 4+ hours straight it would take to complete the marathon? To do the training mileage, I knew I'd have to run through streets and trails on my own and that made me nervous, too. Waves of grief wash us to strange shores. Whe...
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