therapy doesn’t equal escape, sir.

So after two years, it seems that the 'funk' I found myself in had spun out of control and conjured itself into this wicked and disgusting emotion. Depression. Anxiety. Stress. These words were scrawled along several doctors' slips along with prescriptions for lorazepam, sumatriptan, and hydroxyzine, and so I wanted to recoil into the deepest… Continue reading therapy doesn’t equal escape, sir.


#54 hiatus prolonged.

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” ― Laurell K. Hamilton About a year. Very well, it seems during this span of time i've lost a luster for writing. It's been haphazardly noted that I should start up again. That misery is a drive through which… Continue reading #54 hiatus prolonged.