Most of the time the internet makes me crazy but sometimes it provides me with great solace.
Imagine my relief that wasn’t going to be a creep. Or a murderer. Or married. Seriously, all those options suck.
Do you know what I haven’t done in a long time? Write about my dreams. Do you know why? I haven’t remembered my dreams since June. I’m pretty sure I’ve been dreaming all along, but I haven’t been able to remember them. Maybe because of my new an un-improved sleep patterns, maybe because of the […]
I am a writer at heart, it is my true love and the deepest well of healing and insight I can dip into. Yet I allowed other people’s real and imagined judgements get to me and shut down perhaps my most useful tool.