Dear READER, I don't know who you are or where you're from, but these words are for you. It's been 4 years since I let you into my life, and in that time, my life has never been the same. This marks my 100th blog post, and throughout the 4 years of writing down my thoughts, I never really grasped the fact that I was actually writing to you. My blog began as a way of rescuing my brain from constant thought overload. Writing was my therapy, and still is. I could write all day and night if I had the chance. I can only hope that one day someone will invent a mind-reading typewriter to save me the trouble of typing all my thoughts. It's astonishing how much you know about me and how much you still don't know about me.All my crazy thoughts on life, the ups and downs, all encrypted in this blog. You have read me at my worst, and read me at my best. I never tell you too much, just in case you brush me off as clinically insane or emotionally deranged, but I always ope
Thoughts are therapy. Living life, one therapeutic thought at a time.