I write; therefore, I'll be.
With September being National Suicide Prevention Month, I wanted to share something. We all know that depression is real. We know this because at some point we've all experienced it whether we want to admit it or not. I had a conversation with a friend and we had both come to realize that we had… Continue reading Depression
Maybe he knows, maybe he doesn't but, he touches me. He touches me, without actually touching me. The way he looks at me, touches me. His words have a way of, touching me. The way he says my name, touches me. The way that he listens to me, touches me. He just has a way… Continue reading He Touches Me
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