Is That All There Is

Is that all there is? This is the mantra of a jaded individual. This is how we look at life. I’m a self-described jaded realist practicing loving kindness whenever I can. It took a lot of years and a lot of experience to get this way. It’s not so bad, really. It doesn’t mean I’mContinue reading “Is That All There Is”

Killer

I watched the entire series of Netflix’s I Am A Killer. It was fascinating. I found myself psycho analyzing each inmate and the survivors. There was a murderous situation in my family history invovling my mom’s mom. In 1976 when my mom was 14, her mom was eating lunch at a nearby park. A youngContinue reading “Killer”

Fuck

I’m having nervous breakdown about writing this next part of my book. Like, I’m breaking down crying. My mom is patiently listening to me freak out. There’s just so much trauma during this part. Manipulation, controlling behaviors, emotional abuse, alienation from family and friends, and the worst: the emotional abuse of my son. I can’tContinue reading “Fuck”

I Can’t Seem To Do It

I can’t fucking do it. I cannot seem to move forward with my story. I’ve made it to page 202. Now I’m just stalling. I’ve never looked back and reflected on this part. When it happened and it was finally over, I just moved forward without looking back. I didn’t sit around and wallow. IContinue reading “I Can’t Seem To Do It”

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