Seasons of change are difficult. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I’m headed. I’m a passenger on a subway train with an unknown destination. I am excited, Yet hesitant. Because there are ghosts on the subway. Ghosts that look like previous, sick versions of myself. And they say, “Stop.” “Get off the train.” “You’re never gonna make it, kid. Seasons of … Continue reading Ghosts on the Subway

No one understands all of the thoughts running through your head. No one can grasp the depth nor the darkness of the water that churns inside you. No one can shift the current, nor calm the rapids. You are on your own. All alone. Sinking. In a black river. A black river of misery. But what if you paused for a bit? Looked around, just … Continue reading Black River of Misery