You don't know me.
I am me. I am honest. I can be pretty open and willing to share what's going on in my life.
I'm not really hiding from you.
It's simply too easy to take me at face value.
And you probably prefer me as a "what you see is what you get" kind of person.

What isn't apparent is how dark I often feel.

Melancholy is a normal state for me. That’s when everything is really kind of ok.

There are times,  a day, a few days, on occasion months, where things get scary. 

Rage and misery hold me hostage. They tell me lies about my world and the people in it.  My world seems different than everyone else’s.  I can’t even begin to break the bonds holding me.  

I just went deep for awhile. I'm resurfacing now. 

I feel things blowing through me like the wind.