Youth and Illness–Turning the Tide 18 Years In

I have been sitting on quite a lot. For weeks and weeks I have been wanting to write. Not just here, but I have an armada of stories, too, which need development. I mean, if you've read me ever you'd recognize I am pretty opinionated, and there has been no shortage of ego challenges to keep me entertained with my own shitty inner dialogue I add to situations. Lately I've kind of let that go a lot of the time. Entirely would make me, something less than human I've been afraid to discover. I really don't know but there is a part of me that has been pretty comfortable sitting in my own skin lately, even recognizing the rubble that my person has become right before my eyes.

No, no--this isn't some sappy woe is me baloney tale, though I've told my fair share of those too. I am just kind of over it. I know, I know, you all thought at one time I'm sure, wow, what a strong girl she is, going through all that, thinking I am some kind of mythical thing I am not. I went through all that, as you would, too-paying close attention to the ...