Imagine it …. you have to do it! You have to open the door. You don’t have an option. You can feel your stomach trembling. Your guts are moving trying to reach your back bone. Your breathing is actually quick gasps for air. You are shaking inside but you know not to shake outside. “Think… Continue reading Imagine it … you are 7 yrs of
Amazing how much things change they stay the same… as a child growing up being abused I would feel as safe as I could when I was in my room alone…. but I hated it…. the being alone part… always thought I couldn’t wait to be with people .. around people and have people in… Continue reading Alone time
Doesn’t anyone want me here? I was born as a result of carefree living No wait .. It was more as a token to be used for gain She had me and used me to get what she wanted I was a token to be used for bartering to get what she needed…. “Cute baby” they… Continue reading Doesn’t anyone want me here…?
Tuesday, May 8, 2012 I was thinking … No actually remembering … No actually realizing … That I have been hiding my pain since i was very small… This is my story…. I think I was in kindergarten or maybe preschool… I seemed normal on the outside… ( I think) I played on the juggle… Continue reading Keeping it all inside…
Today i ask this because I have come to realize I dont know how. At least not how to handle and solve it. As a child growing up in a disfunctional family conflict, disagreement, and angry feelings were just a part of the norm. Mom was mad then we all stayed low until she wasn’t.… Continue reading How do you handle conflict?
Sunday, October 27, 2013 My heart is burned on my arm… It’s on my left arm above my wrist. It’s shape, is that of a heart with an arrow thru it. How appropriate. Some have thought it to be a tattoo that went wrong – it is not …it is a scar. It is a… Continue reading My heart is burned on my arm…
Sunday, August 21, 2011 THIS POST MAY HAVE TRIGGERS-PLEASE BE SAFE. MAKE SURE YOU ARE SAFE BEFORE YOU READ THIS. YOUR SAFETY IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING. Haunted…that’s the word that best describes something I know…something I remember…something I still feel…the fear was so real it had a taste, it had physical components, it had… Continue reading Nightmare twin