I recently acknowledged my one year "back-to-work-iversary" after two years off after a deep dive into depression and anxiety--hospital stays--support groups, medication and therapy. To borrow a word from Glennon Doyle Melton, it is Brutiful. It is Beautiful. Tender, raw and vulnerable, falling forward into blinding fear and self-love --where everyone is doing the best that they can---really. Undone by the spectre of judgement and perfectionism no more. Brutal. Tender, raw and vulnerable, falling backward into blinding fear and self-doubt -- where everyone is doing the best that they can? ---really? Undone by the spectre of judgement and perfectionism! No more.... It is the flip side of the same coin and each day is a new toss. I have been favoured with more Beautiful than Brutal. Life is Brutiful But... Brutal stalks my peripheral, winking, as I cast a furtive glance over my shoulder, my feet pounding the ground...