I left Detroit because I was so unbelievably depressed for such a long period of time that I lost sense of myself. Detroit is like an open wound that I can't stop bleeding for. I hope to learn how to give without losing large chunks of myself, but for now, I can't give anymore to Detroit because there's nothing left to give. I do not know what makes me happy. I do not know what I want to do with myself. I do not know what to do with my time and my energy.
I do know that I crave vulnerability as an artist and as a soul. I'm hoping to heal over the next few weeks? months? however long it takes to get to a place again where I can stand before others and bear open myself.