Just a Small Town Girl

Just a face in the crowd. Just a woman cloaked in her battle-worn armor trying to make it from day to day. Some days she wins. Some days she loses. And always she hopes that the monsters she battles in Her Brain will fall into dormancy and grant her a moments’ peace.

Just a city boy…

Just a pixel on a screen. Just another victim of societal constructs: Boys don’t cry; Real men are strong. He likewise tallies his wins and losses and questions how he will make it through another day; isolated in the chaos of his pain. No one could ever have felt the way he feels now.

Living just to find emotion…

He & She. Numb. Exhausted from the war raging inside their heads. Finding small victories in just brushing their teeth. The lucky ones have room to fall; a network of loved ones to shore them up as they seek the light. The unlucky ones become unfortunate statistics. And sometimes, even surrounded by a web of love, people feel as if they are a burden on their precious ones — and the world at large — and fall into the abyss.

It goes on & on & on & on…

Until one day the clouds push back and for a brief moment the sun bursts through. Maybe you aren’t alone. Maybe you can survive. Maybe there is hope…

Hiding somewhere in the dark night of the soul.

*All apologies to St. John of the Cross, OCD & any 80s Rock anthems quoted herein.