Throughout my life, I’ve felt things differently than most. I learned early on that I did not think the way that other children thought. I was an outsider and an introvert. Writing has always been a way for me to cope with things that have happened in my life: Addiction, pain, loss, abuse, depression, heartache, etc.… I was not able to talk to anyone about it. I just couldn’t speak it. So I wrote it down. It became a means of expression for me. I wrote and wrote, all the while confronting the pain and sadness in me. These are the demons that came out in the process. These are the things that I struggle with. These are the things I hide. These are the conversations that I’ve had with myself on the way to healing. This is letting go…