It creeps in like the shadows after a setting sun. Everything that was once so bright, is now so dark. Those moments of silence when we are left to our own volition, and we must make our own light.
At this point in my life, I'm as broke as the next girl. Between bills, kids, and the ever rising cost of living, how is a person supposed to be able to afford to buy fashionable clothing that they love?
I've been drawn to creativity my entire life. My whole family is creative in their own way. So I guess you could say I was raised not to fit myself into a little box, to not limit myself. Which is ironic considering how strong my intrusive thoughts from anxiety and depression are. They like to tell me I'm a failure, that I'm not good enough.