LiquidCourage

Flowing through the stages of my healing, requires a lot of patience. Because my progression keeps being threatened…by my predatory instincts. Writing is my therapist. But when I first started, I wasn’t tapped into the sense God gave me. So I’d use my ink to prey on the peace of others. Penning other people’s problems was easier, because it took my mind off the fear of facing my own demons. And the comparisons that came from me dissecting someone else’s reality…used to give me a sense of power. Which was so intoxicating, that I developed an addiction to consuming spirits. This left me inebriated with the kind of entitlement…that tricked me into believing I had every right to gain my confidence…off of diminishing someone else’s.