The first thing, I am terrified of the dark. It is an irrational fear that comes from the horrors of the “what ifs” from my imagination. What if trees actually could move their branches willingly as arms? What if vines could extend their fingers and latch onto people and animal, or insects? What if bricks could breathe and will themselves to move a brick wall? So many other horrors to where I do not watch horror movies. What if every time I step on a crunchy leaf, I hurt the

I meant to post this a few months ago.... Declutter. It’s a word that is music to some peoples’ ears, to mine it’s a slur. It’s a word I would never dare to speak yet it screams in my ears every time I walk into my room. I have a bajillion things around. Do they have a place yes. I follow these women on Instagram, the one has her ADHD hoards, the other used to have ADHD hoards and now has a wheel of declutter. I look at the piles of things that used to have a place. My clothe