Submissions and the online workshops : In preparation of flying on my own. I can’t remember the exact date I joined my first online workshop. I was on very strong medication. That year cursed me with four or five serious bipolar episodes. A hurricane settled right over my hometown, Jayuya, and it felt like a physical expression of the metaphorical world I was living in. By the way, I took a picture of the hurricane when its eye was over my apartment building. I had to step out into the open space. The sky had suddenly turned yellow. An American friend from the States living in Arecibo brought me a Toshiba laptop. He gave it to me and begged me to stop taking all the medication I was taking. But I was convinced that if I stopped I would commit suicide, or do something worse. I began to write about my pain, the pain provoked by the loss of my grandmother, my uncle, my lover, and finally my mother within weeks of each other. Pain originally caused by a virulent hom
