I hovered on the edge of madness, provoked and hyper-aware but too tired to respond. I mustered everything in me to do something decent, something creative, maybe even sophisticated in its sweet savagery.
I turned my torment into triumph as I captured my fleeting thoughts and found myself lost inside myself, experiencing a state beyond depression - I was infuriated and all I had was my words and my will.
And oh, I had my imagination, and how she played with me.
Hope’s Hammock is the place I went to find my way home. I priced it so that even in the darkest most impoverished times perhaps this book will find its way to you and light your inner world.