SPEAKING MY TRUTH THROUGH THE WRITTEN WORD
I trust nothing anymore. No one. Myself least of all. My history is less than reliable, and my instincts clouded by years of traumatic response. Why should I believe anything that I interpret to be true? I’m eternally hopeful, wretchedly searching, begging for the scraps of love that any careless encounter might accidentally offer. It... Continue Reading →
I too have spent endless hours in search of some external way to fill up what's missing inside.
In the end, all you have is yourself. You are not going to let yourself shrink to fit the box that the world assigns you. There is no box, no container expansive enough to hold in the strength that you own.
I deserve better. Not from anyone else, but from myself.
AMY HORTON 