May is on its way out. The world has stopped but moves on a pace. Filled with horror and calm.
I struggle with dyslexia. I see it has positives and I spin my experience to this end. However it’s left it’s legacy of insecurity.
My own self deprecation know depths that leave me shuddering in the dark.
I feel the light I don’t understand it. It’s success and I travel towards it.
This is my year.