There isn’t a person alive that does not look into the mirror and see some kind of deformity. We develop these demons at a young age, and most often always follow us into adulthood.

Now If you could write a letter to your anxious, self-conscious teenage self about the way you look, what would you say?

I've been eating soap for 12 years now. What could only be described as a sneak attack, fast became a very close bittersweet devotion.

I have a job, a house, a cat and good friends. The compulsion to do what I do, over and over again. Three times a day, every day is never too far away.

How can anybody prepare us for this, losing someone in a single breath?

How do we prepare our hearts for something so undeniably real?

They were supposed to stick around for a little bit longer; They were supposed to see us get married, we were supposed to watch them grow, get old together, now their gone.

And the world, the world carries on regardless, forgetting all about how not ok you are.

I'm sure you're wondering why I called this emergency powwow? Your journey through life will get exponentially better when you cease pretending to be someone or something you’re not.