Hello Darkness… my old friend. Come to ponder me again? To watch the tears, never-ending and slow To follow my dreams, as they easily go Or to witness my faith, fall down below I hold my heart in my hands and beg for light Question my hope, but pull through with might Wishing for more,…Continue reading Rambles of a mad woman.

For the longest time, as long as I can remember in fact, I have allowed myself to suffocate my hopes and dreams with what many doctors have told me is mental illness. I was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder when I was 15 years old, while in one of my several stunts within a mental institution.…Continue reading Why am I here…