The Author

I've never been one to fit in. As an introvert I receive energy through temporary isolation. I've accepted that and who I am. I've accepted I may never find complete happiness. However, is that rational thinking? If happiness is the outcome of many parts, I have most of them. But if there's a part missing can I truly be happy? Does anyone really have all the parts. A broken heart, unfulfilled desires, an unmoving emptiness. It's almost unnerving how much people pretend to be happy. Let me put it this way.
There's a darkness that follows me wherever I wander. At best it seems I can only distance myself from it, though it always reaches me. I recently had my first child. My daughter, the most miraculous thing that's ever happened to me. She is my salvation. She lifts me from the darkness, and makes me feel whole. Though I don't have all the parts, and the darkness is never far behind, I always have the strength to keep on, because of her.