After a summer of crushing lows, I am facing the darker seasons at a deficit.
That pesky storm cloud hovers, coloring everything I do. It’s hard to remain optimistic when the universe keeps flipping you the bird.
Writing my way out from under a dark cloud
After a summer of crushing lows, I am facing the darker seasons at a deficit.
That pesky storm cloud hovers, coloring everything I do. It’s hard to remain optimistic when the universe keeps flipping you the bird.