The Wound Is Where the Light Comes In

| This is the 239th story of Our Life Logs | Being the granddaughter of a famed, yet tormented writer is both a blessing and a curse. My grandmother and the other women in my line have been deemed mentally unstable, depressive, and worse. I am the only one not to have been electroshocked or institutionalized, yet many times in my life, I have thought that … Continue reading The Wound Is Where the Light Comes In