Depression is something that has been a lifelong struggle for me. What really pisses is me off is as I am finding fire after fire to add to my soul... I still continue to struggle to get out of bed. Body positivity, fighting against sexual assault, sexual empowerment... these are all things that are SO deeply rooted in who I am. My reason for breathing (obviously other than my children).

I feel the need to push it into my art... to express my support in my life. But I also feel so damn stuck. Like I... I open my mouth to speak and nothing comes out. And even if it does... who would listen?

I'm trying to make my life a healthier place... I'm trying to find organization and light. I'm hoping through all this that my voice might show up.