I've always considered myself to be a "happy" person. I'm generally an easy going, care free, humorous, and prevailing optimist. I see the glass half full; I look past people's shortcomings to find their best efforts revealed; and I find the connection through everything that crosses my path. I believe in a universal power, a higher self, the virtue of energy. Sometimes I can get so caught up in the idea of me, of who I am, and the various identities I've created, that whenev

Do you ever feel like pushing out the darkness? Do you ever conceive of escaping the eclipse? Whenever the wave of discomfort rolls over you like cold water at the break of dawn, you pull the covers back over your face to hide from the hurt, to avoid the unease. When I was younger I would brace heartache and loneliness like the bear going into hibernation for winter; like the tree baring its arms after August's heat. I would assume the worst of my pain and try to understand i

There was a time when I believed that this life was what it was; that I had no control over the ebbs and flows, the ups and downs, the constant vacillation between happy and sad, and the fiery hunger to be more than I was. There was a time when I thought I would forever float through this waking life asleep. I thought I was the girl staring at me in the mirror; the person others saw me to be; the longing in my writings; the static energy that came when I couldn't sleep. I did