We're all important. All of us. Even if we're not princesses at heart.
I have this theory that in a good marriage, conflict shows up when you forget you know who this other person is.
I desperately want to write but you're going to have to put up with this mélange of nonsense instead.
Memories can be a choice, sometimes.
I've written myself through loneliness, depression, anxiety, anger, fear, frustration for my entire life.
The bends are sharp, the canyons are dark, and we can't see what's up ahead.
None of us can do anything serious in this world if we don't look after ourselves while we're doing it.