Misti Wilds

“Not long ago, I thought I was ready to carve out the bloody, aching lump of flesh in my chest and offer it to whichever god or demon would put me out of my misery… and then everything began to change. Things weren’t exactly better, not at first, but they were less. Less painful. Less broken. Less difficult. One day at a time, each breath in my lungs got easier to hold without feeling like my ribs were on the verge of collapse.”
― Misti Wilds, Bound by Ruin