For a long time, I didn't have the words to describe what was happening to me. I've dealt with depression most of my life, but 'sadness' was never the right word. It felt more like a predator, something patient, cold, and invisible that was stalking me across decades.
I recently finished a short story called The One Who Jumped. It’s a love story disguised as a ghost story. It’s about 'The Creature', a thing that enters locked rooms, drains the colour from the walls, and tries to convince you that leaving is the only way to protect the people you love.
But more than that, it’s a tribute to my wife, Terri, and the 'heroism of staying'. It’s for anyone who has ever been the one 'holding the line' while their partner is sinking.
If you’ve ever felt that 'unseen cold' in a room, or if you’re the one holding someone through the dark, I’d love for you to read it. I wrote it because the creature’s greatest weapon is silence, and I wanted to put a crack in that wall.
You can find it here: The one who jumped: Amazon.co.uk: Gibson, Mr Dan A: 9798254209959: Books