Jordan Brown's articles
Listen to me now. I’ll tell you a tale. The thoughts in my mind that won’t go away. The words whispering between my ears. There will be times when it’s hard to find silence. There will be days that pass by without realizing where they went. That’s alright. My thoughts don’t define me. Bombardments of thought.
I hate that I feel this way. It’s a feeling that I try hard to shake — the feeling of “not good enough.” Take the word “good” in that last line, and it could easily be “brave” or “strong” or “smart.” I don’t feel good enough most of the time. I don’t think I could explain it to you, although I’m going to try.