So, I've decided to work on my writing again. Actually...I have. As soon as I got off the medication, the emotions involved with writing slowly returned. Love, passion, sadness. I felt them before, yes, but without the hindrance of happy pills, I feel them more. Maybe it's just the feeling of being free. Like...being able swim without floaties, or getting panties instead of diapers, or, (more in adult hood), speaking some Spanish without the need of a guide book.

Nathan wants to photograph; I want to write. We both needed support systems and inspiration, and we're going to help eachother with it.