I don’t write because I have answers, I write because certain questions won’t leave me alone. The scary ones. The quiet ones. The “what happens if…” thoughts you push away at night. If you’ve ever followed a thought too far and wished you hadn’t—we’re probably reading the same books. Follow me on Instagram @drstokes588

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Artwork - Normal Rockwell Style

Artwork - Norman Rockwell Style