That’s me. The person everyone sees. Then there’s the real me. Staring me in the face everyday. Who am I? Why am I here? What is going to happen? My brain is bossing me around. Talking at me. You’re a loser. He’s going to leave you. You’ll be alone. You’re stupid. What IS the point?
There is a point. Sundays at 10:00 a.m. 2676 West Main Street, Rawlinson Road Middle School