Sitting at a picnic table at a Community Park by my house, I looked at the waves of the serene pond in front of me and said “Today is the today I begin anew and live again”. Then I picked up my purple pen and wrote down everything I felt in my pretty pink “Faith” journal.
A Lesson in Vulnerability
“A lot of what I go through has nothing to do with men. A lot of it is pent-up aggression towards situations or things that were said to me that […]