Writing is my life boat. In a world of depression and severe anxiety, working in a job I know I could never be extroverted enough for. Sometimes it feels like drowning. Waking up every day knowing I am not doing something that makes me happy. Writing, it breaks this cycle and gives me the space […]
Me. That’s me. In the mirror. But, I’m not me. I’m not anything. Everything is wrong. Upside down. Unreal. There is no me. There’s nothing more frightening than looking in the mirror and not being able to recognize who’s looking back.