On Friday, I received a message from a friend. I saw it come through but I was getting ready for work and didn't have time to look at it....

It's me. I have to tell you, I've been drained and fatigued and paralyzed by too much. Writing? Shit. My creative flow just isn't there....

I am my own provider of love and comfort. I’m proud to admit that I treat myself well. Not with luxurious or superficial things… but...