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Allow me to explain my madness, my muse. Many of my writings are in the past, even if just written. I share my struggles, my questions, and my darkness in hopes that the words I write will have some lasting impact on the reader. I hope that my elaborate honesty leads others to a life more lived, even if I struggle with that.

I write to express myself, to liberate myself. Then I share my scars or fresh wounds in order to enlighten those around me. I often feel myself too unhappy to be a follower of Christ, but Ecclesiastics and many a psalm or cry to God remind me that just because my writings are often left unanswered or dark in tone, they are not the beauty I cling to as I try to stay sane with a toddler.

Never has my mind wandered more than when I'm stressed about raising a tiny human or facing the truth that social injustice reigns.