For a while I have been distracted from my writing… a mix between a confused voice and fear that the art of writing had been lost and taken for granted. But somehow in the midst of the craziness I felt inspired to write again and somehow it all made sense again.
Typically it’s nights of not being able to sleep, moments of tears rolling down my face or a deep hole of memories I’ve found myself lost in that leads to me picking up the pen and putting into words the insanity in my mind… and somehow it’s the only thing that brings me clarity.
Writing is my instinct yet it’s something i’ve abandoned. It forced vulnerability, a trait I’ve always struggled to allow. But I’ve decided to stop fighting against the one thing that feels right.
So here we are. This is Chapter 1.
Do you Remember?
In his words:
All of these are old wounds I have healed through. I have broken down a wall and poured out my heart. This is only part of my story and I am giving it to you.