It begins

Some days are better than others; though as of late, I feel like my days are a constant struggle. I get up, I try not to think about work, about money, about how the world around me seems to be crumbling into violence and hate. It's like a vice that is squeezing all of me,…

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Day 1

For well over 20 years I've kept a person dairy; a sacred friend that I could always trust. A place where I laid bare my hurts, my desires and the imaginings of a lonely child. I have never really shared what I wrote- or drew- because what's in those books is a deeper part of…