I want to thank everyone at Lettrs for this great experience and will miss this app. I look forward to 2.0 one day.
For those who want to keep in touch, my art account on Instagram is @lokiandro
I wish the best to everyone and hopefully we’ll all meet again.
A set of doors live in the shadows. Some are bright, others grim. They all grant access to somewhere familiar.
My alarm goes off as scheduled. The process will soon begin.
Most days the doors stay locked. Some are boarded up to stifle the cries. To silence the whispers that offer death as an option every so often.
I choose the correct key from the chain it lives on. I wait for their arrival.
It’s time again for some of these doors to open, whether I want to or not. I let the expected visitor enter the shadows. Time to choose a door. Unfold and analyze the memory. Engage in the therapeutic process.
I look back to the grim doorway after they leave. A rose...
Having an exhausting conversation that goes in circles is like two people being in the same classroom where one is hearing history while the other is hearing mathematics and both expect to get an A.
People think I give up easily when things get too hard.
If that were the case, I’d have died years ago.
I am determined.
I am a survivor.
People don’t know me well enough to have a relevant opinion of me.
Motherhood is a complicated test of everything you are. It tests your patience. Your creativity. Your problem solving ability. It challenges your identity. It’s open book in the age of search engines and online communities. You can pass and fail and yet holds no definitive answers. Just more questions.
Don’t serve me your bullshit like it’s a gourmet dinner and then get mad I didn’t lick the plate clean.