I don’t want to come across as overly confident, but after the hell of the past twelve months, things are finally looking up.
Twenty-fifteen will be remembered by me as my year in hell. I won’t elaborate. Just know that the suffering was real. Sometimes life has a way of chasing you down an d ripping you to shreds. I always had a certain distain for people that commit suicide. The choice seemed vulgar, dramatic and selfish.
But now I can say, I understand.
Thankfully, my skies are once again blue, spring is in the air and I have regained my footing.
just the crust 