"Her own contempt for any forms of pressure society might put upon her was so profound and instinctive that she instinctively despised anyone who paid tribute to them.” Doris Lessing I face a battle in a dry barren land, where my soul will feel dismembered and my body will feel no peace from its longing to be whole again. It will be lonely for I'm at war with my mind. I will be pushed to limits that will threaten to break my sanity, So I must use what little weapons I have. The anguish will seem ceaseless, until healing begins and hope shines it's light, joy quenchs the thirst ... This is a battle I must fight and Victory is the only end.
I write about the things I learn from the struggles,triumphs,and memories of my life. Sometimes I dont have the answers, but I just need to put my feelings and experiences down in black white...