the cozy darkness can feel like a bedtime story.

j.r.r tolkien once argued that the creation of an imaginary world was the highest form of artistic expression,

an escape from the antiseptic cloister of the hospital room to the rousing world outside.

I have waited for you all my life.

I have this nagging feeling that you will never be forgotten.

I scared myself to death with that emotionally deadly game of truthtelling,

truths, the legacy of family trauma.

I cried until I could hardly breathe.

no one will save her. Nothing is going to magically make it better. The woman has to figure out her life.

improves their mental health to face almost certain death? we're only immortal.

keeping their heads above the surface.

dream on.