Disillusionment

I am so very grateful to have me book be released into the world and have the opportunity to help others with my story. 

However, having this dream of mine become a reality, I am also being faced with an old theme of my past. A lesson that has stayed constant throughout my 2os. The notion of disillusionment. 

I have predominantly been someone who sees glitter and bright colors where others see the harsh shapes of reality. I run into the fire with excitement of dancing with butterflies instead of ashes and rubble. As do quite a few young women in their early 20s, I was full of ambition and ignorance of how the world works. How men treat young women and how the market place treats the dreams of those not yet currpted. 

So, having this book, a collection lessons learned and innocence tainted, I see again how vulnerable of a project this is to have open to the public. I find myself feeling shy and nervous by how strangers and dear friends will receive my work. Having not written these stories with the hopes of being published but as a tool to process strong emotions emerging from early sobriety, my words are raw and naked with honesty. A piece of my soul residing in each sonnet. 

With all of this said, I am still overjoyed with the love that has come from the release of the book and am grateful to everyone who has been so supportive. I love you all. Thank you.