“So I guess I’m here. Planting myself into the script code of the internet, for all to see.”
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I was told recently I need to start writing.
I don’t know who I’m writing to, but I’m at a time in my life where I need direction. I spend too much time alone, hiding from a world I find both exciting and terrifying in equal measures.
I’m actually just a mother. I’m in my 40s.
And if I had a pound for every time someone told me I have “a way with words,” I’d be a hell of a lot richer than I am…
(well, if Amazon didn’t also exist, that is).
I’m trying to share the insides of my eyelids — the bits no one sees — even if I don’t think anyone will ever read or enjoy them.
But I know there’s one person out there — maybe long after I’m gone — who’ll find my words and feel connection.
I hope to build this into a collection.
And who knows?
Maybe one day…
I won’t feel quite so alone.
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Unwearing the Mercury 