Quite often, we say it best, when we don’t say anything at all.
It may be because I enjoy the scenery or because it gives me the time and space I need to think. But, the more I think about it, the more I think my driving has to do with the fact that my dad drove me back to life.
Some time ago, I was twenty-years-old and grappling with a serious addiction and deep depression. Things became so…
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