J. J.

Suppressed by Psychosis...

The day was dark, a storm had been forecast, and the rain had begun to lash against the double-pane glassed doors... I had no intention of venturing out for the entire weekend. I had lit the fire hours before and it gave the room a beautiful, warm glow. The candle was almost out but I was still surrounded by the aroma of Sage and Salt. It gave me a sense of protection. I sat pensive and deep in thought. Who could I email next? I had been searching for hours in an attempt to find someone, anyone, to help us.