The Creature Behind the Mask

There are a few things I haven't told you.

Collage from 2016

Hello there,

Within the next week I will be relaunching my Substack, Living in the Edges. I am so excited to be at this threshold in the Substack universe.

Let’s build a fire, pour a steaming cup of coffee or tea, pull up a chair, and chat. That’s how I want this newsletter to feel. Cozy, slow, and heart to heart. I am so appreciative in your taking a few minutes out of your busy day to connect with me.

I’ve made some changes to my newsletter and am super excited to share with you what you might expect going forward. A few months ago, I attended a 6 week-long Substack workshop and during that time realized that even though I’ve been in the Substack-verse for a couple years now, I was writing around the edges of the deepest places I am wanting to explore and share – my healing journey and the exploration of where mental health and writing/art intersect. I decided to do a relaunch with an updated vision. I am here to connect with others, form a community, share information, resources, and my journey through my stories and art.

You see, when I was diagnosed with C-PTSD in 2021, it was and still is the darndest thing. It’s maddening, challenging, and sometimes downright debilitating. Turns out I’ve had it for a very long time – I’m old now. And I fell through the cracks in the Health Care Industry trying to get help. I want to be an advocate for mental illness, specifically C-PTSD and Domestic Violence. I find that at this age, having meaning in one’s life is so incredibly important and maybe…just maybe this is the way I can pay it forward.

I WRITE BECAUSE…

There are a few things I haven’t told you.

I write because it was so painful for my mother to write.

I write because I want to know why I am who I am.

I write because I want to fall in love with myself.

I write because the senses are the third eye.

I write because a big chunk of my family is gone and I want my children to know who I was.

I write because I want to tell my story but haven’t figured out how.

I write because I have tried everything else.

I write because knowing is better than hiding.

I write because I want to know the creature behind the mask.