I remember the anger. It consumed me on a daily basis. I was angry at my circumstances, at the ones who hurt me, my family, the world, even God. However, it didn’t come close to the anger I felt towards myself. I was angry at who I was, how I
If you had a blank white wall right in front of you, how would you decorate it? What would you put on it? Would it be decorated with memories throughout the years or would you turn it into your very own vision board? Would you write a quote that got
Sometimes your only means to escape is creating a world that doesn’t exist. The first poem I shared with you described that time in my life to a T. The negative energy that surrounded my life forced me to create a world inside my head that made me feel safe.
I love hearing stories. I prefer the ones that have happy endings because who doesn’t, but I love listening to any story that’s true and authentic. Some of my favorite movies are ones that were based on true stories like The Gridiron Gang, Hacksaw Ridge and Freedom Writers. Sometimes the