AUDIOBOOK
About
why'd i give up
so much of myself
out of fear
of my own
blossoming
greatness?
This is the story of a dark night of the soul, of traversing the depths of despair, and of rebirth.
It shows the reality of hitting rock bottom. Not by a self-reported narrative written after the fact, but through unfiltered poetic expression written in real time during breakdown and recovery.
The poems within this collection were written over a 24-month period and are presented in chronological order. They show the inner tumult and turmoil of a man desperately trying, and failing, to hold together the crumbling status quo of his prior existence.
They show the short-lived hopes, the shattered dreams, and the impact of ill-advised interventions that made everything worse.
They also show that there is light at the end of every tunnel.
That like a caterpillar entering a cocoon, sometimes what feels like destruction is in fact a necessary part of the transformation process, and perhaps that, like a seed, the engulfing darkness may in fact be the dirt from which you can bloom.
so much of myself
out of fear
of my own
blossoming
greatness?
This is the story of a dark night of the soul, of traversing the depths of despair, and of rebirth.
It shows the reality of hitting rock bottom. Not by a self-reported narrative written after the fact, but through unfiltered poetic expression written in real time during breakdown and recovery.
The poems within this collection were written over a 24-month period and are presented in chronological order. They show the inner tumult and turmoil of a man desperately trying, and failing, to hold together the crumbling status quo of his prior existence.
They show the short-lived hopes, the shattered dreams, and the impact of ill-advised interventions that made everything worse.
They also show that there is light at the end of every tunnel.
That like a caterpillar entering a cocoon, sometimes what feels like destruction is in fact a necessary part of the transformation process, and perhaps that, like a seed, the engulfing darkness may in fact be the dirt from which you can bloom.