I just turned 28, and it is a really weird time for me. While I have more stability in my life than ever before, I feel lost a good portion of the time. I am married and I have two children. Life has turned stagnant on me, and I struggle daily with trying to find ways to feel alive in my own life. That is not to say I am not happy because I am. I used to write poetry and prose on a daily basis, nothing professional. I started writing when I was in a dark place. Eating disorders, self mutilation disorder, depression, attempted suicides. When my life started turning around, I started losing my words, and now I'm trying to find them.