Just your normal functioning human.
I thought I was insane.
That is where my audience goes.
You’re never alone.
My niece wrote this poem about suicide.
A poem about anxiety and how it feels.
For days, I questioned what to do for this Monday post. Should I find a picture, a quote? I searched what I had and found nothing. So I looked through some old notes. I found one, written in a time of great stress. This was written in haste and is in its original form. You…… Continue reading The Tortured