Description of the Book:
 
 
In a world that seems to conspire to grind you down, the mind can become a tangled mess: quarter truths, needless worry and the Beasty in the back of the brain can make it impossible to think. It can be chaos. It can be terrifying. It can seem hopeless. At the basement level of Ground Zero, you can lie in the ashes. Or you can build a whisper into an echo. This is one persons attempt at pulling the threads of a messy mind. This is one persons mission to find a voice when depression crushes the larynx. The is on persons journey to fish words out of the spaghetti letters left stewing in psychological soup . These are the poems written from a broken self, accepting the damage and owning the cracks. These are words on shuffled pages, constantly shifting with the wind. This is healing.