Hello, Y'all!
Although I'm not a stranger to writing, I'm a stranger to putting all my thoughts and memories into a book. After much encouragement from friends and family, I decided to try my hand at it. It is called, Walking on Eggshells. This piece is meant as a way to understand the perils of mental illness and the tolls that it takes, not only on one's self, but the people around them. I wrote this as a cathartic process in which I try to come terms with the secrecy, the darkness, the solitude that comes with mental illness. My mother suffered in silence and I wished I knew back then, what I do know now, then I could given some kind of benefit of doubt and not have carried so much animosity throughout the years. I also in turn began my awakening and feeling the courage to begin to speaking openly about my depression and awakening. I am brutally, honest, and at times I will be graphic. This is a story of domestic violence and self harm during my teenage years. I know I have to go back and add more detail. Just punching it out now. Any and all feedback would truly be appreciated! Thank you!!