Life is a gift, and in the grand scheme of things, pretty good and mundane. Except when you realize that your brain is chemically wired in such a way that you exist in a (almost) constant state of depression or lack of self worth. Crippling anxiety and deafening depression are always knocking at my door, and invading my most sacred spaces. So, I take to words. Really in whichever way speaks to me in the moment. Sometimes, I read. Sometimes, I write. Most times though, I simply think and dream of a life with a whole and simple mind. 

Welcome to my space, and as 2013 version of Alex would say, 

Peaceoutmuffins