I met a man and fell in love. It ended, abruptly, when his wife and I found out about each other. I'm struggling, quite a bit, really, and it occurred to me that writing it down and setting it free might help. I don't particularly consider myself a writer, though. I tend to paint, and by paint, I really mean fling paint and paper and random words around on a canvas. It works for me.
I've suffered from severe depression in the past, and I do NOT want to go down that road again. So here I am.