Sunday, November 23, 2014
A PooL of Tears
His name was Miles and he displayed a confident nature, thinking he was the best looking guy in the room (he was not). The attraction was dismal at best, the conversation coerced. Instead of cutting this soon to be disaster off at the knees I would continue in the path of a category five hurricane, causing catastrophic damage, trampling fragile minds and destroying precious lives.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
A PooL of Tears
"Matt is not your son, Mark is his father! I blurted out.
That random statement unleashed years of dysfunctional family dynamics and chaos. Unveiling secret acts and horrific abuses committed by the people we trust to love and protect us. I have spent a lifetime in turmoil, covering up, hiding behind curtains and peeking out window blinds. That declaration would become the catalyst for my desire to become heathy and unmask a chronic disorder that kept me living in utter pandemonium. Was this my destiny, would this one day be my life story?
That random statement unleashed years of dysfunctional family dynamics and chaos. Unveiling secret acts and horrific abuses committed by the people we trust to love and protect us. I have spent a lifetime in turmoil, covering up, hiding behind curtains and peeking out window blinds. That declaration would become the catalyst for my desire to become heathy and unmask a chronic disorder that kept me living in utter pandemonium. Was this my destiny, would this one day be my life story?
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