As a woman of 21.. I fell ill to a NOW foreseeable disease. Five years of my life I spent in hell. Shut in to my home and shut out of all rational parts of my mind. I suffered with agoraphobia, severe OCD, debilitating anxiety and phobias. I went through a break with reality (a term the doctors referred to it as). For a long time I felt like dying, and I'm sure many of the family I put through torture sometimes wished it as well.
I got better. I fell in love again. Each day is progress, and that progress would not be possible without the help of a pen and paper.

61 days in the life of..

Owner: J. Harris
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Poems In This Collection
The Promise
PoetDerek Catanzaro
To fear or not to fear
PoetJ. Harris
Forsaken
PoetJ. Harris
The wedding band
PoetJ. Harris
One single stem
PoetJ. Harris
Memories from a long forgotten journal
PoetJ. Harris