I’m learning to let myself unravel. It’s messy. Sometimes I’m falling apart and others I feel so full of gratitude it brings me to a humble place of praise. None of it makes sense or seems right. It’s all a work in progress. I’m in a learning curve called life. I only hope help freedom find its way to these pages, and the words in my heart to help release another searching soul to feel what they feel and know they are not alone. Reading and writing make me feel not so alone. I write how I talk mostly, and my words are not always danty and story like. But they are all true. This is all true. Sit on the sidewalk and empty your pockets. Let yourself soak in the day and hear all the life around you.