My first letter to you one year since your passing.
Category: Memory Bank
The first part of a series of how alcohol and other bad choices led me to a piece of who I am today.
Summer is a happy time. It’s a glorious, warm, family-friendly time. But it’s also camping time…
How I learned that no matter which mask I wore, I still felt all the same anxieties within myself underneath.
One of my first writings when I discovered it as an escape, and I used it to free myself from my situation at the time.
