The very first thing I’d like to point out about living in New Mexico is that it is, in fact, a part of the United States of America. It is truly frightening and sad to me that in the few months I’ve lived here, I’ve had to tell people that I didn’t leave the country.
I started this blog almost exactly a year ago. I made twelve posts before my life got so crazy I just stopped thinking about this thing. I miss writing… A lot. I’ve been threatening to write for months but haven’t actually sat down until now. When I started this, it was on the heels of
While trying to organize the events of my life both for writing purposes and therapy, I find myself thinking about a lot of random shit from my youth. You know, those things that stuck and carried on through adulthood. I am so shaped by trauma, its hard to find real organic things in my past
This is the excerpt for your very first post.