...writing is making a mess, and then working and reworking to create a beautiful piece.

“I couldn’t bear to think of my mother loving me but unable to face me, to stare…”

“The railing of the balcony was cold but the blue-black night air was so warm in…”

“Mental illness didn’t really change people. It just made them more of who they …”

“The feelings are overwhelming, but they’re not you. They’re the feelings. You a…”