Nonfiction

Episode 26: John Kozak

It was another great night for a show at the Hazel B. Hayes auditorium at the Herrick District Librarywith nonfiction author John Kozak. John is a wonderful storyteller, and his book, Through The Eyes Of Rose, is a compelling and eye opening journey through Russian occupied Czechoslovakia, and his mother’s flight to freedom.

Find John’s wonderful book here: https://www.amazon.com/Through-Eyes-Rose-Mothers-Freedom/dp/0595456219

Thank you so much to all of you listening, you are the reason I’m doing this, to share my love of story with all of you. If you enjoyed this episode, please click subscribe, so that you can hear another great episode next week.

If you enjoyed the story reading today, and you’d like to hear more stories narrated by me, check out the Tales From The Canyons Of The Damned on Audible, each issue has four to five great short stories, and they’re all narrated by yours truly. https://www.audible.com/pd/B07MXQMK95/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWU-BK-ACX0-140415&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_140415_pd_us

In addition to narrating stories, I also write them, and I have five full-length novels available now. If you’d like to check out my writing, head on over to my website at www.jnlavelle.comand see what you think.

For those of you who have supported me on Patreon, you’ll find some great bonus material. If you haven’t connected with me on Patreon, you can find me at patreon.com/jasonlavelle, where for only a few dollars a month, you can support the show and let me know that you enjoy it. In return, you will have access to additional stories and discussions, author Q&As, and personal and professional updates from me.

Episode 18: Miranda Oh, LIVE in Holland MI

At this first ever live presentation of The Raven podcast, an author showcase at the Herrick District Library in downtown Holland, I get to talk with the talented and fabulous Miranda Oh, and hear a reading from her Chin Up Tits Out series. Miranda is a magnetic and energetic speaker, and everyone involved had a great time. I hope you enjoy this live show, be sure to check out Miranda’s books at the link below.

https://www.mirandaoh.com

Be sure to check out all of our great episodes at www.theravenpodcast.com

Thank you so much to all of you listening, you are the reason I’m doing this, to share my love of story with all of you. If you enjoyed this episode, please click subscribe, so that you can hear another great episode next week.

If you enjoyed the story reading today, and you’d like to hear more stories narrated by me, check out the Tales From The Canyons Of The Damned on Audible, each issue has four to five great short stories, and they’re all narrated by yours truly. https://www.audible.com/pd/B07MXQMK95/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWU-BK-ACX0-140415&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_140415_pd_us

In addition to narrating stories, I also write them, and I have five full-length novels available now. If you’d like to check out my writing, head on over to my website at www.jnlavelle.comand see what you think.

Episode 9.5: How To Love Someone With Depression

A special midweek episode with an article by Michaelbrent Collings.

How to Love Someone with Depression

by Michaelbrent Collings

We moved a few years ago, and I was thrilled. Not because of the great neighborhood (though it was great), not because the new house was nice and big (though it was nice and big), not even because it came with its very own trampoline (boing!).

No. It was the garage. More to the point, it was the garage ceiling.

See, in my old place, the garage had one of those ceilings with exposed rafters. You know the kind: perfect for shoving stuff that’s not quite nice enough to actually have out, but not quite nasty enough to throw away. Keepsakes and mementos from some birthday you half remember; boxes just in case you move again; kids’ toys the next one in line will probably use.

The new place didn’t have the exposed rafters. Which meant no more extra storage. The boxes would stick out like a sore thumb, right in the middle of the new garage. The keepsakes and mementos would have to find new homes – or be thrown away outright. Old toys would be given away.

But I was happy. Because in the old garage I spent hours looking up at those rafters, wondering which one would be the right one, the heaviest one, the strongest one.

Which one would be the best one to hang myself from.

Now, in every important way I have a pretty great life. I have a wife who is better than I deserve. I have children who fill me with wonder, and who make me laugh. I have a job that most people would kill for. So it’s not like I should be trying to escape.

But I also suffer from major depressive disorder with psychotic breaks.

This last part sounds scary. But don’t worry. It just means sometimes I’m utterly incapable of understanding my proper relationship to the rest of the world. I can’t conceive of a universe where I in any way belong. Of an existence that needs me, or where I have anything but a negative effect.

So I would go to the garage. Or maybe I would stand in a corner and slap myself, because some dim part of my brain hoped the physical pain would drive out a small bit of the far greater mental and emotional torment.

The new garage doesn’t have those rafters. It’s just blank ceiling.

Although I suppose it doesn’t really matter. I still get that way sometimes. Sigh.

Chances are that anyone reading this either suffers from or knows someone who suffers from depression. What do you do to help someone like that? Someone who has forgotten this one basic truth: that we all have value. That we all are special. That in our humanity lies a kernel not just of greatness, but of inestimable beauty.

I will tell you what my wife does. She isn’t just my Dream Girl – I could never have dreamed up something like her. She’s my Better Than Dream Girl. And when I’m at my worst, this is what she does, this is her magic: she follows me.

She goes with me to the garage. She stands with me in my corner. She holds my hands firmly so I can’t hurt myself, but not so tightly it hurts in and of itself. She whispers how she loves me, how she can’t let me leave because that would be a wound to her and to the world. She says things she knows I cannot believe, but that I will look back on and remember – things that will build a reservoir of strength for the future.

She stands with me.

She eventually puts an arm around me and leads me to a couch or a bed. Still embracing me, she helps me to sit or to lay down. She holds me. Perhaps scratches my back in silence. The words are done. There is only the fact that she is there, that she is not going anywhere. The silent reminder that in this moment, in this small now… I am not alone.

The great tragedy of depression is a crippling loneliness. A conviction that we are not and never can be worthy of anything but isolation. That the world has cut us off from all human connection – and that that is a good thing, because any other person coming in contact with us would simply suffer.

What to do then?

Stay with us.

When we are ready, hold us.

And in so doing, show us that we have that spark of worth, that potential for beauty.

Depression will not allow us to believe in our value. It forbids us any hope.

But…

But I have found that – with the right help, with the right friend – it will allow the hope of future hope. And in that we may walk away from the rafters. We may move to new, safer places, and find brighter paths.