My eyes open and I scramble to find my cell phone. The grey concrete block walls feel like they’re closing in - I can literally hear the crushing in my head. Why is my head hurting so much? There’s a drab cloudy window with no curtain - just a blind inside the window that I… Continue reading This broken brain is beautiful.
I can remember always being super sensitive. It seemed a little odd, but I didn't know any different. I simply didn't understand why other 5 year olds weren't brought to tears when they heard Sally Struthers' voice screeching about the starving children in Africa. There were kids starving in Africa? We needed to fix it.… Continue reading Ohhh! She’s So Sensitive.