For years, I have found solace and safety in the pages of a journal. Writing down the incoherent nonsense in my head seems to quiet my soul in a way not much else can. Recently, my mental health has taken a dramatic shift, and I have found myself once again returning to the comfort of a blank page. The ramblings are for me, but you are welcome to peek inside my brain if you wish. I rarely bother to be grammatically correct and almost always seem to lack goal or purpose. Happy reading.