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Everyone says, write a book, you will help so many people with your tales of survival, life experiences, growth etc. ad nauseum. I will admit I have things to say...
Unfortunately they are all snippets of memories I have tried to repress, ignore or embrace hoping to rid myself of them forever.
Books take time, publishers, proper spelling & grammar. I want to spew, rail, roar or weep. This I can do here in a private world where no identifying characteristics can lead to unwanted wormy cans being spilled that allow me to vent but could damage others.
Where to begin, childhood, layers of lies, the first time a man hit me, my first college acceptance letter, the day I learned I was "special," the first time I was forced into having an unwanted sexual encounter, the first time I was fired, the first time I lied, stole or cheated, the first teacher who said I was too stupid for them to teach, the first time a colleague was deliberately cruel? This list could go on for days.
Am I old or young? Depends on the day and how my body reacts...
Death, rape, illness, manipulation, lost love, joy, bliss, horror, loss, shock, war, peace, love, hate...
All for now..
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