sometimes.

… I feel like a ghost.

Sick all day, on and off nausea. Tired, listless. Feeling low because I missed a craft show meeting, but I hardly ever miss anything, why am I beating myself up when I already feel bad?

Yep, that’s me, asking the penetrating questions.

I write, as openly as possible, about my experiences with life, love, creativity, depression and not-depression. I share opinions. I promote compassion and change. I talk about music. I also write poetry and short stories. I like to share them here.

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