I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heartKing James Version
As a person who has climbed and ventured through various adversities, I took it upon myself to publish my thoughts and ideologies publicly on this domain. A broken, old soul at twenty-two years of age I have struggled with bipolar disorder, panic disorder, anxiety, and PTSD. I have other ailments, but that is to be told at a later date. I’m not looking for your condolences or your safe spaces, just honesty and respect as I tangle myself in the vines we call life and roar victoriously as I BREAK FREE of them.
I would like to see this as a heroine’s tale; full of hardships and struggles, love affairs, adversity, but also holds a lot of happiness, friendship, and maybe a kick ass fight scene? But who knows? I sure as hell don’t…
Til next time