I remember the weather that day, it was warm and overcast and drizzling. The sky was a muddy shade of gray from the time the sun came up. My stomach felt hollow and I had to remind myself to take deep breaths all day to keep myself from passing out. I wandered around the house aimlessly, convinced I was going to lose my fucking mind before I had to leave for this appointment. Mike was going to meet me there.…
Free your mind…
August 4, 2018
Freedom. One word, 7 letters; found in never-ending stories, all of them powerful. Before February 29, 2015, I would have attached this word to the powerful stories I knew from history– slavery, civil rights, the list goes on and on. I learned about the struggle and the bravery that is attached to this word through those stories because I hadn’t known my own, or so I thought. I don’t think I knew of my own need for freedom because I…