I realize that if I had been on the outside, I could not have prevented her death. However, the decisions I made prevented me from being able to properly grieve and support my family.
Being on constant lockdown is eating at my insides, devouring me from within. What I enjoy doesn’t last and keeps me constantly searching for more.
I lived with the tattoo artist for a little under five months, and having an addictive personality coupled with stress and depression, I currently bear upwards of 75 tattoos. I better explain; I am literally covered from head to toe. From my knees to my toes, and from my waistline to the top of my head, I’m covered in tattoos.