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All of the false threads of my psychological well-being have been cut off with a cosmic scissors: snip snip snip.
Welcome to Writing Fire, a kaleidoscope of slice of life micro-essays, zines, postcards, missives, and diary entries, I ride the dragons of divorce, addiction, and mental health off of the Cliffs of the Unknown.
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All of the false threads of my psychological well-being have been cut off with a cosmic scissors: snip snip snip.

Every time in my life I’ve wanted to become a new person, I’ve been forced to consider what it would be like if everything I thought I wanted rid of was actually gone.

My gift to the collective seems to be feeling all my fucking feelings, thus granting permission for other people to feel all their fucking feelings, too.

....in the toilet bowl.

I shredded the map I had drawn for myself and in its place received a murky crystal ball that’s refused to show me more than one step ahead.

I loved having 6 names! Each one with its own beautiful story. But even the most beautiful stories change.

Since spending as much time in nature as I can, I experience the elements in a new way— not as nouns, but as verbs, beings, spirits, friends, messengers, symbols, mythic, dynamic energies.

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