Until recently, I’ve been desperately searching for a sense of meaning while loneliness, hopelessness, and restlessness swallowed me whole. Sickness moved in as I began losing confidence in myself and the world around me. I lost my ability to interact with others as people have been become more apathetic and the notion of the United States is changing under my feet.
Adulting is hard. Not “level two of Mario Bros.”-hard, more like “starting off on level one and moving on to the next board in a completely different game blindfolded”-hard. Adulthood is literally as scary and confusing as your teenage years were, but with the fear of failing and living under a bridge ramped up to 1000. Life’s hard.
I’m writing this as a letter to a friend. She’s beautiful, strong, and a colossally warm soul. This to you when the world gets cold. Much Love! Continue reading “Dedicated to a Flowerchild”