Scraps and stitches, and trying

A love letter for anyone holding themselves together by a thread.

Sometimes I think if anyone saw the inside of my brain, they’d think “wow, there’s way too much going on in here.” It’s been that way forever. Even as a kid, I was walking around with entire conversations running in my head that no one else could hear. I used to sit in the backseat of the car, watching the world through the window, imagining entire alte…