Monday, May 16, 2016

Update - My Scribbles


The Enigma of Gratitude



Gratitude, at a time, was my comfort blanket and my bed of nails; it would firmly ground me and scathingly belittle me all at once. For me, gratitude was the playground of quiet self-loathing and hopelessness.

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