I can see your peaks from here. fight for your honesty. I have been mourning. for which I am not sure. I carry too much with me. of everything that has happened. moving to Ennis cures the soul, we’ll see how it feels in the winter time.

in the morning I hear the birds singing, the wind blowing, everything else is silent. except for the rustle of the deer running around. am I safe here by the water and amongst the cotton woods?

spent the weekend in missoula with friends and it felt nice. I love my sisters. love seeing people believing in me.

I feel like a little girl. I can see your peaks from here. wish you could see mine. I feel like have a mountain to climb before I can swim myself out of this hole. I’m afloat.

I fell a few months back. I’ll be down for a while.