Twisted, tormented spirit.
Born and bred in the great forest’s of Oregon.
Raised hugging trees
talking to unicorns
burying my feet in the sand
Not much has changed.
I write to survive.
My thoughts fill me and fill me and fill me,
until they leak onto the paper.
It is a fearsome thing to behold.
I am crazy.
I have a past full of
depression, addiction, self harm, abuse, suicide attempts, therapy and medication
to prove it.
Join me on this daring adventure.