Every post, every word set down is a spell I am casting to root out my fears, the demons that have held me. The demon within. The stones that sunk me into a suicidal depression. That everyday and every word is a gift and a choice to remain.. to never let go. To stay. … Continue reading
If walls could speak, what would they say? I was built out of fear. Fear made the bricks. Fear mixed in and baked ’til it was stubborn, solid, immobile. Fear made the mortar, mixed and smeared over every last brick, ’til no space remained. Fear made a wall, and everything inside the walls became fearful, … Continue reading
The Calm & The Current 