I’m proud to be the White Sheep in a dysfunctional (bio) family

Last week, I had an interesting phone call. It was from a person that was pretending to care about me and my healing journey. It was odd but expected. I didn’t entertain his judgements. As a matter of fact, it was easy to deflect and even easier to understand knowing that this was the firstContinue reading “I’m proud to be the White Sheep in a dysfunctional (bio) family”

Letter to Heal (Mo)

Dear Mo, I’m not sure where you are in life but I wanted to get a few things off my chest. I understand that not all friendships are meant to last a lifetime. Most people in life are merely a lesson. Once the lesson is realised then something happens to force people to part ways.Continue reading “Letter to Heal (Mo)”

The day my childhood bedroom turned into a crime scene.

The crime: domestic violence The weapon: a loaded gun The victim: me (the daughter) The motive: unprocessed pain? uncontrolled anger? Tempers flying was the norm. “I’m not yelling! You want to hear yelling?!” was a regular tagline. So was, “Stop it or I’ll give you something to cry about.” We had good days but man,Continue reading “The day my childhood bedroom turned into a crime scene.”

Perspectives are flawed. Opinions are assholes.

Day 13. Freewriting. Thinking about perspectives and opinions. I’ve been out of the fog for a few months. The re-wiring process has been painful and rewarding. People say the best writing comes from pain. I’m writing to heal. I’m writing to overcome. I’m writing to build. I’m writing to finish my fortress. I have myContinue reading “Perspectives are flawed. Opinions are assholes.”