. . .he saw something within me that I didn't see within myself, and he knew he would be doing me a great disservice by letting me throw in the towel.
Taking A Cold, Hard Beating In Life
Category: Muse
Commentaries and personal ruminations.
A Prelude
It is early October of 2012. I am lying alone on the floor of my bedroom for the fourth consecutive day with thoughts of suicide becoming more frequent...
The Impossibility Movement 