Poetry once flowed— a river of words rushing through my soul, spilling from my fingertips to flood the page. It came so naturally...

Days grow shorter Soon will end Summers bounty Then once again...

When I tell people I know now that I was borderline agoraphobic in my early twenties, they don’t believe a word of it. The amount of progress I’ve made in the last decade is astounding. I went from not being able to leave my house without an emotional support human, anxious fearful thoughts, and barely being able to work twenty hours a week to being on my own outside, control over my thoughts, and working forty hours a week at a bank!...