As the world gets further enthralled with technology, we hardly notice the people and world around us, let alone the unseen. I am using this blog to write about the ghosts I see, to sort of process why I can see them.
I'm not crazy, but somethings cannot be explained. Since I was a young girl, I could see people who weren't really there. The first ghost I remember is that of my mother, the woman in white here.
You can read more about this painting here.
It's not easy to share something this intimate, but I'm tired of being alone in what I see and experience. There are more stories to share than just my own.