For lack of a better name, I am Pamela G.

I’m a writer.

I take care of my aging mother, along with all the infirmities that come along with living beyond the doctors expectations.

I’m a journaler, meaning I’ve kept a personal journal since I was 12, four times longer than I’ve been alive.

Writing makes me whole.  I know who I am when I write, so I write whenever I can.

I’m currently unemployed, completely out of money, and am surviving by the grace of God, charity from the church and my family.

I’m going through another bout of  severe depression with severe anxiety with just a touch of OCD.

I’m determined to get for myself the tools to build a bridge out of this void so I don’t get sucked back in….ever again.