In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance, My head is bloody, but unbowed. – William Ernest Henley
Every flower has to grow through dirt and mud and I am now in the process of growing.
The reason I started this blog under a pseudo-name is because I’m lonely and confused.
I have this constant ache in my heart. I want to talk about the issues that are troubling me but I’m too much of a private person to tell anyone. I don’t want to do therapy because I know the answer to my issues. All I need is a way to rant. Writing is oxygen to me. I don’t confide in friends probably because I don’t have friends.
Right now all this is new opening myself up to the world where strangers will read what I have to say.
Some may judge me too and that’s okay.