Last year I shared what it was like having two moms on Mother’s Day. This year I want to acknowledge the one man who has been a true father, dad, and constant support since the day I moved in. [Read more…]
The world is filled with black sheep of the family. The kid who decided to be an artist instead of a doctor or lawyer. The hippie in the family of planners and stressors. The family member who moved far away from their loved ones. I know what it’s like to be the black sheep of the family; the one that doesn’t belong. [Read more…]
Happy 18th anniversary to my Mom and Dad! However, we’re not talking wedding anniversary. On Friday, April 2, 1999 at 4:30pm I moved in with my parents. Yes, I know the exact time. I’m neurotic like that.
I have several faint scars on my arm from self-inflicting pain. It’s a dark and lonely place being a cutter. People who cut (or use to cut) have their own reasons. Here is my path and how I overcame.
This was me before I moved in with my aunt and uncle. Right before the abuse started.