She lives in the white house down the street. The one with the black shutters.  Today she is reflecting on her life over the past 7 days. Things don’t always go as they should. But, she of all people knows that…

She can see the walls closing in on the quiet space in her mind…The space that gives her freedom to be herself.  Everyday getting smaller the space that provides shelter from the storm…

What will happen when she completely loses herself? Will she be gone forever?  

She lives in the white house down the street. The one with the black shutters.  She is so much to so many that she is nothing to herself.. Such a struggle to be herself…is very tiring…

She presses on…