screen, there were so many things she wanted to say. There are things that she’s held in her heart for too long, for years. Emotion, deep and dark, overtaking her like a blanket. As comforting as it is, it slowly suffocates her.
I've finally managed to spend time on a new website. It's been a long time coming, but I'm so in love with the look and branding. I'm planning on a lot more blog posts in future, and I find this has been so easy to set up.
I was on a self hosted Wordpress site before which I loved, but I found it very limiting. I've now swapped over to SquareSpace and so far, so good. It will take time to get used to, but it's been pretty easy to figure out.
When she turned to the mirror, the stranger staring back at her was a blank canvas. With her left hand she lifted the clear bottle with the amber liquid in it, taking a long swig. She swallowed, allowing the burn to make it’s way south to the place she needed to numb. The thing that beat every day, but it was never alive.