Individual – Memoir of a mom

Scissors

I know that every single person remembers the moment when they walked away from any type of abuse. If you have been blessed with a healthy positive upbringing- all you need to know is that it is this odd experience of contradiction, of fear and bravery. If you cut the strings what will happen? WhenContinue reading “Scissors”

Eyes Wide Open

Isn’t it funny how you never really know someone until you fully know that it’s too late? Odd phrasing. I know. For example, I didn’t know the puppet master was a truly evil vindictive person until I cut the strings, literally. The things a person closest to you should never even think of doing, heContinue reading “Eyes Wide Open”

Writers writing

If you have been a writer for any time at all, in any type of way, you have suffered from a painful experience. I have always been a writer. I just didn’t write. I wrote for the first time in years last year when I experienced a very painful loss, and by doing so, itContinue reading “Writers writing”

Nameless

This emotion doesn’t have a name. It doesn’t have a name because naming it would take away from it. It’s confusing. Raw. Real. Deep. dark. It’s abusing. It doesn’t have a name because naming it would allow you the ability to not truly- feel it. It’s like loneliness on a summer day. I want toContinue reading “Nameless”

Foreign Emotion

The feeling of not sleeping is comforting. It tempts, to attempt to, drown out the unknown foreign emotion. I want to not feel, but that’s not an option. Which leaves me playing Russian roulette with my conscience. Sleeping means peace comfort and acceptance. For all of those things I have built a resistance. I willContinue reading “Foreign Emotion”