Crying as I write. Will it ever go away? All I wanted to do was lay in bed tonight and cry myself to sleep, another well-skilled hobby of mine. But noooo, here comes God giving me a desire to be a light in the midst of this darkness. And sharing this with you actually stopped the tears; so He knows best I suppose.

Can I weep with those who weep, and mourn with you? IT SUCKS. Some time in my life the darkness was invited, or maybe it's an incentive to my life, like it came with my package deal 🤔 IDK. I can barely remember when this all started but if I try, I'd say around 5th grade, that's when I cried more and spent lots of time isolated. I would read, write, or listen to music to escape the present circumstances. At that time, my parents were in a messy separation. We had seen domestic violence, abandonment, and drug abuse from my dad. I'll share bits and pieces of my past in future posts, but right now I want to share what I'm feeling at this very moment.