Hanging Onto The Edge

Take a deep breath.

Let it out.

Still the shaking leg.

Stop the counting.

You're fine.

You're going to be fine.

When the panic hits, that's what I have to tell myself. Trying to calm the raging storm that's just below the surface, making me feel like my skin won't be able to hold me together. Like I'm suffocating, dying internally with so many emotions burning through me that I can't even grab hold of the ashes.

Some Things Are Harder Than It Seems

It's terrifying to be in the eye of social media. So many people come to my Facebook page to read my posts, and through me revealing only a little of what I am, and have been going through they find the strength needed to keep pushing forward.

I'm not doing this for glorification. I'm not doing this for pity or gain or whatever else you may think. I'm doing this for those who message/email/write me and let me know about their lives, their deepest darkest secrets, and through that small connection find the strength to continue on.

I'm going to reveal EVERYTHING, and it scares the hell out of me.

I'll start where every story starts, and that's at the very beginning.