We Are Stories
1989: I’m told that this is the year that my young mother buys me at Shoprite and takes me home with her ❤
1989: I’m told that this is the year that my young mother buys me at Shoprite and takes me home with her ❤
It is on these days that I don’t look for the silver lining, because I am the cloud itself ❤
We each deserve to be in our very own rainbow bubble. Each of us is good enough ❤
Now if only I could one day muster the strength to crawl towards the glorious light ❤
Depression and autism are part of the long list of mental disorders that we’d rather ignore and pretend do not exist ❤