I wanted to tell a story of who I truly am.
I planned on writing with intent. To create something that was orderly and concise. I wanted my story to have a beginning. I wanted it to be one that was full-bodied and flowing clearly from one thing to the next. One that could be understood.
The story I have here is a scattered mess. It’s unorganized and disconnected, with no defined starting point. There is strength and reason, but there is also weakness.
It is a story of who I truly am.