a short story by Alisa Ungar-Sargon

McDonald’s Coffee

coffeeGila’s chest constricted. She used to think the first wave of déjà vu might be a false alarm, but now she knew better. Once it crested, there was a minimal amount of time before it came crashing down. She tried to ground herself using the smell of the sewage plant, located at the intersection of Howard and McCormick where she was sitting at the stoplight. The overpowering smell seeped through her closed car windows the longer her car idled. It made her marvel at the fact that she was clinging to a sewage scent as the last hope for her sanity.

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  • ceeshell beach

    I am 70 and I have struggled with chronic depression forever. I have taken medicine, talk therapy, food modification. I also have several auto-immune diseases. None of these have visible signs, like a broken leg. But because I appear “normal” People don’t give me the same sympathy, consideration, or the help that I need. I am in a Reform/Reconstructionist community. It is not just the Orthodox community that is insensitive to our problems and needs. We don’t get the ADA accommodations that I have gotten the last few months when it was apparent that I had Cancer. And when I fell and hurt my spine and have had to use a walker on good days and a wheel chair when I can’t stand. Sometimes I think that I should wear a flashy necklace or pin that identifies me as a chronic depressive then people wouldn’t say “just cheer up” or a special room where I could go when the world is too much and I need a few minutes to decompress.

  • northernsails

    What I like about this article is the imagery and choice of words that tempt the reader to continue reading. Besides being able to relate to what the article expressed, it provides an internal conflict that many orthodox women have or are experiencing. Being that Gila’s husband is a Ba’al Teshuva, the article ends with ease knowing that Gila has someone in her life to whom she can confide in and turn to. Although the article does not tell us what happened afterwards, the hope is that Dovid was able support Gila during her time of need.