Sometimes I go to this dark place where ghosts roam free and fears cackle in the wind. A place in my mind that takes an ongoing battle to repress, but often, it refuses to be silenced, pushing itself to the surface like a blowup clown toy, its face deceptively happy, but truly disturbed. I wonder…
Tag: hope
alone at the movies
Yesterday morning, I felt invigorated. Well-rested. Eager to end the holiday weekend with a relaxing, well-spent day. And then things happened. $#@% happened. My brother, who was diagnosed with autism at a young age, usually does pretty well now that he’s in his twenties. But when he does have an episode, boy, does he have…
Untold Tales by a Whimsical Wallflower 