I’m not objective. how could I be? Always my own cheerleader. Everything’s great, I’ve got this, No problem. Fake it till you break it. Sit down, strap up, and hold on. It’s not... You don’t... you’re hurt... It’s ok, the good news is, You’re normal.
To shelter myself, undercover and alone. It grabbed me, and pulled me in. I excelled at the art, spun myself into many colors. Fake it, until you break it. The chant repeated. The minutes turned into hours, into days, then years had floated by. Finally, in one of those countless minutes, I arose. Cracked and … Continue reading Fake it – March 19, 2019