When it comes to memories, the earliest I have is being in the passenger seat of a moving van as it pulled into the driveway of what would be our home in the city. But there was a home I was raised before that move. The home by the river. A home I have almost no memory about and not something that was talked about in our family. Continue reading “Home by the River”
I think the act of sexually abuse is bad enough. But what I think is worse is how it affected my mind. It is like a doorway was open in my mind to things that where disgusting and really bad. Where normal everyday things turn into something you want to avoid at all cost. But it is something that needs to be done. Where the mind is in a tug of war between knowing it needs to be done and the fear that comes with doing it..
I don’t know why I keep listening to you. It is like going out of your way to see and accident. Just have to see it. Maybe that is the first thing I should do is quit listening to you. The last thing I need is things that bring out the negative in me like yourself Continue reading “Not That Original”
Today was a very good day for me. My mood has improved and I was able to do a lot of things. I was trying to remind myself how much things have improved especially over the last few years. But I actually find little comfort in that. Continue reading “Waiting For the Shoe to Drop”