The second part of a series of how alcohol and other bad choices led me to a piece of who I am today.
My first letter to you one year since your passing.
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…
One messy lesson of being a teenager.
How I learned that no matter which mask I wore, I still felt all the same anxieties within myself underneath.
The evolution of the things I hated to love in life.
Memories about being young and free, and the future decisions that caged that spirit.
Part two of two, for now…
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.