The End Starts at the Beginning

I show my scars so that others know they can heal. Rhachelle Nicol I lost myself. It was methodical. It was planned.  It was confusing and frustrating, sometimes maddening. I had been dumbed down, led calculatingly, in a Machiavellian kind of way (you might have to look that word up), down an insanely, sometimes exciting,ContinueContinue reading “The End Starts at the Beginning”