Facing Facts.

I’m writing with a sense of urgency. A sense of need. And I know what it’s like when I get like this — when the words spill out of me. It…

I’m writing with a sense of urgency. A need. And I know what it’s like when I get like this — when the words spill out of me. It feels raw. It feels real. I’m no longer curating myself, subconsciously or otherwise. I’m just being. And there are pitfalls of that, of course — or at least, there may be. But this is the price that I, we, pay for authenticit…