It is hard to remember that life can be good, when I am constantly beaten by the bad. I’ve been having suicidal thoughts more frequently…
than I’d like, though I currently wouldn’t want to give those harassing me the pleasure of giving up, and I know its because I’m tired…
& beaten down, but I just want some space to breathe. I’d like an hour outside, alone, shooting my bow and re-learning to trust that I can..
be good at something. I would like to be appreciated not for being publicly good at something, but because I work hard, produce amazing…
results, & help whenever I see someone in need. I just need a minute to breathe. OK, that’s all. Sorry for the tweetspam, y’all.
Meandering Michelle 