I spent so long writing about my pain, loss, and sadness when it changed I just stopped writing. I’m not sure I can write about the happiness. Yes I have happy times, happy memories, even happy days. But how to express is is still new to me. I understand happiness’s cruel sibling, understand it so well but this new emotion, new feelings are foreign to me that I am still surprised by it. I have cried in joy, cried just because I wasn’t sad, laughed at pain from the past, and cried when that pain was gone. Sadness has sustained me when all else failed and taught me so much. I feel almost guilty leaving it behind as it assures me I will be back. True, I may be, but this is now my time. My time for some joy and happiness. My time to break all masks and just be free, be me. The real me.

– Shelly

About you, by you. Bios are terrible. I’m just a guy who occasionally writes what he thinks. If you like it pass it on, if you don’t like it, complain about it then pass it on. But at least do something. This country has become a bunch of whiners that just sit on there butts. “You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.” – Winston Churchill

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