Hope is Denial
Reblogged from My Mending Wall: As I was growing up in a home where I was physically, emotionally, and sexually abused, where the adults were addicted to substances such as alcohol or drugs, where chaos thrived, I lived in denial…. Read More ›
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Ubiquitous Transformation
My home environment was difficult at best. My mother lacked the empathy and wherewithal to be the sort of mother that a child needed. Her need for self-gratification overwhelmed our needs as children. Her need for self-deprivation terrified us. Her… Read More ›
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Being Self-Obliged
When I was growing up, every day I dreamed of escape. I envisioned myself running away from home and living on my own just as The Boxcar Children. I wanted to run as far away from the mania as my… Read More ›
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To Grandmother’s House We Go
Living as a child in a house where the adults who are responsible for my care was often absent was very frightening for both my brothers and me. We learned how to care for each other the very best that… Read More ›
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Two A’s: Acceptance and Attitude
The choices in my life have bound me to them. It doesn’t have to be this way, but sometimes, I let the consequences take over instead of changing my choices. Being beaten down, not just physically, but emotionally, I feel… Read More ›
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A Power Greater Than Myself
Reflect upon your present blessings — of which every man has many — not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.” ~Charles Dickens Through my experiences with a strict catholic school for most of my childhood education… Read More ›
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Sacrificial Child
“Love without sacrifice is like theft” ~Nassim Nicholas Taleb After forty years on this earth, I made a discovery that tied all the insanity of my life together with a big beautiful bow. It sounds incredible, yet it was… Read More ›
