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 ...
