for a resentful child with already addiction related tendencies, change was to become my catalyst for self-inflicted pain.Read More Bittersweet Reunion
I don’t recognize everywhere we lived before moving into your mother’s basement, except for West Pages. I do remember we moved quite a bit, even into my adolescent, teen, and adult years you’ve moved a lot. I do remember chaos and lots of confusion. My sister and I were complete opposites. From the same parents, […]Read More Parenthood isn’t a Party
My life since has been plagued with pleasure coinciding with guilt.Read More Speeding to our Death
NOTHING could make me forget. NOTHING took the pain from my mind. and NOTHING could settle the twist in my gut that told me and nudged me, that this wasn’t a dream, it was a memory.Read More Reality Wrapped in a Nightmare
No smoke, no laughter, no obnoxious drunken men, nothing. Just complete and utter darkness. Most children would find this calming, I found it frighteningRead More Where are you?