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You'd never experienced me this way before. I grieved my grandad's death in real time. I grieved him once. Then twice. All whilst writing my solo research project. I turned 21. Nightmare on our street. I was no longer the same girl you fell for. She was gone. I knew it. I had a rebirth. You only just woke up. In the best case scenario, I would have become the best version of me. The next day, that girl was gone again. It wasn't your fault. Several witnesses but none of us saw

Chances are you’re here because we already know each other. I’m Angelita, or Angie, and welcome to my blog. I’m out of work and healing from trauma and grief and in active recovery from a mental health problem thats been taking over my life for too long. But my mental burdens don't define or control me, and my ability to write and talk and share is what helps me always look forward and never back. I'm not defined by my past. I'm defined by my character and my values. A little