Maybe this time I’ll build the right house, on the right location, with the right tools, and for the right reasons, and the house will stand and I will still want to live in it. Or maybe I won’t.
I want to talk to you about this time I felt stuck. Really stuck. Really down. Really not myself. Depressed. I would actually classify this thing that happened, that I’m coming out of, as depressed. And that is scary as fuck. I have lots of reasons why it might have happened. Significant health issues, insomnia, … Continue reading THE SOUND OF SILENCE
They’re the kind that bind my hands and blind my eyes and restrain my feet, and keep me from the light. The kind that make me feel powerLESS. The kind that leave me gasping for air at the bottom of the pool.