If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.” Anais Nin
Living life, bedridden, how I ended up this way and how I cope
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I'm no saint, I'm a human. My life is an open book of pure transparency, the good, bad, and ugly of it. Faith doesn't mean I don't stumble, fail, and fall. I do. Often.
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all ~ Emily Dickenson
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