Grief knows no boundaries. It does not respect time or place. It cannot read the room, or wait for the right moment. It has no edges where it may begin or end but rather it bleeds into pieces of us that we did not know it could touch.

It shows…

I spent days reeling from how deeply personal I got with my last post that I was trying to find some quirky, witty, thing I could talk about instead of continuing to write deeply personal, “journalesque” blog posts that probably have little to no business being anywhere but a journal…

I have this little way I like to classify people, despite my firm belief that people don’t belong in boxes. I also am sure that while I can’t recall where I heard this I know it’s not an original thought. But it is this little idea that everyone is the…

Wrestling with Depression in the Yosemite Wilderness

View of Half Dome from Upper Yosemite Falls Trail

The night was as dark as I had ever managed to see with my own two eyes. And the below freezing air of the Sierra Nevada’s was crisp, causing enough discomfort that sleep wasn’t possible. Even cocooned in a sleeping bag with multiple…

Tam Saul

Always ready for adventure, usually found in bed. Sharing the good, the bad, the funny, and the vulnerable.

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