Dima

Born in '83, I've lived in Arizona my entire life. I've seen the depths of madness, and have returned to the side of reason. Driven crazy by the desert sun, diagnosed as manic depressive, and having generalized anxiety disorder, my head gets like a snowglobe, thoughts mixing and mingling, forming new ideas that make no sense, my mind has been inches from the edge of breaking...I had to reach out for some for meaning, for something to stay here for.

Never a literary scholar by any means, I never thought I'd be writing anything worthy of more than a passing glance. I've loved and lost, felt like a black sheep, and felt alienated from those around me for as long as I can remember.

I have no explanation for what I write, what I do, who I am, or why I do things...I'm just me, no more, no less...