Much like everyone, my life has been a rollercoaster of good, bad, pain, love, loss, birth, death, coping, and recovery. Recovery and preparation for what’s coming next. Everything we survive prepares us for something else. Well, that’s the idea, anyway.
Once again, I don’t believe my pain is special. Simply put, it’s my pain. One way or another, through my choices good or had, I’m responsible for everything that happens to me. I must own my shit. Growing as a person and healing requires me to own all of it. Failure to own everything I do will prevent level-ups and stifle evolution and rebirth.
Writing is an incredibly powerful tool in the hands of anyone looking to Self-inventory, Self-develope, and Self-actualize. Self-expressive Therapy is the goal. Wow, that’s a lotta selfs in one paragraph.
I’ve been thinking about some of the chaos I’ve survived over the past 15 years. Getting from there to here has been a long and tempestuous road, littered with lies and betrayal. For years, I made the mistake of living among those who would never have my best interest at heart. In fact, heartless and soulless is an accurate description of a certain three individuals.
I feel it’s time to post a few of my memories. Nothing too shocking, I don’t want to scare anyone off. Some of the shit I’ve seen could be qualified as ‘over-the-top spooky’. Hey, it’s been great material for my novel.
March 10, 2022