I read because of words. I write because I can. My therapist calls me quirky. Apparently, I have PTSD and I write when I think. There is clarity in mania - I'm riding the waves - through job woes, travel adventures, friend stories and grandkid joy(TM).
Neurospicy Gen X surfing through the adventure called life.
Thoughts, meditations, and perspectives for everyday living; realism for a practical life.
My journey reminding my voice after fighting for so long. Recovery from substances, in recovery from ED and mental illness with a dash of my odd humor
A quiet space for fiction, poetry, and reflective writing shaped by psychology and the inner world.