The reason I write is not to change you but to let you know that you can change. I write about living and dying and falling in love and throwing it all away — then surviving it. I write about madness and death. I write for the survival of my heart. I am swallowed by,…
I’m not sure exactly what it is – the recent change that causes me to actually feel happy for the first time in a long while. Possibly even the first time this year. Is it because my health is now improving? Is it because I’m going out and doing more things I enjoy? Spending more…