My world is changing. One of my brother’s friends died, and he was someone I was close to as well. He was only thirty-six-years-old. He suffered with some of the same problems I face, and it scares me how easy it is for someone to take themselves out of the picture. It don’t know what demons he was facing, but I know I have faced similar ones before. I don’t know what he was feeling; all I know is I have felt that hopeless before. I want to provide others with hope. That’s why I wrote my poetry book in the fashion I did. I want people to see there is light at the end of the tunnel.
But now, I’m trying to push past the grief because I have been grieving, and think about what more I can do to help. Help others. Make a difference.