I wrote something exceptionally raw earlier this year. It was a beautifully strange experience and I sent it to one friend, my lover and my parents. I could not share it with anyone else. It was filled with too much anxiety, ranting and I was too vulnerable to bleed out for the world to see.
But it sparked an incredible change within myself and in my art and I am now ready to open up about it with true peace in my heart. This is who I am and I will not be ashamed.
Life is not always rainbows and butterflies and I am learning to accept and celebrate both the good and the bad.
At least I am trying. Growing.