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I’m a Jealous Person
I’m a jealous person. sayings like: “Love never fades.” They- make me feel queasy. The heart that is now mine- once belonged to another? Is this heart then truly hers? Am I the heart thief ? Will their hearts one day belong to each-other once more? I sound crazy. But, I’m just jealous.
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I don’t want your advice, Thanks though.
Oh my cherished reader, this is a space where I come to not hold back. I am free to anonymously share my sometimes dark inner thoughts. This is not my healing journey or homework journal I keep with my psychiatrist. I come here to share my pondering’s, my ideas, and my opinions they are free…
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I hope my mom is afraid to die.
Dear Reader, the only consolation I get is knowing that my abusive mother will get what’s coming to her. In this life, or the next one. We all die, the circle of life from dust to dust return. It is inevitable, it will happen and for that reason I no longer wish her death. Everyone’s…
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The Abused Becomes The Abuser
I raise my voice until it shakes vibrates unrecognizable girl, forsakes molding into the villain is effortless second nature. abuse can’t be undone the effects are major. A cycle -passed on through mother to child innocent soul no longer undefiled.
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Tragedy Was a Familiar Friend of Mine
POEMWe were close; inseparable as a child. Tragedy used to visit, often and unannounced.In the beginning of our relationship, I detested tragedy. Tragedy was callous and unpredictable, whirling my world upside down every play date. she would depart, leaving my world uglier than it was- and it seemed like I wouldn’t see her for ages.she…
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I’m Not Over It
They are always monitoring the healing process, and you already know how I feel about that dear reader. Whether it be your therapist or a loved one, the question after something no matter how atrocious is “how are you?” I realize the good intent, but at some point asking the boy who’s mom just passed…
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My Mom Prefers Men
This one in particular dear reader has been the most troublesome thing I’ve had to “overcome.” Clearly, I still struggle with the notion. I don’t consider myself a misandrist, but as another little girl who’s been taken advantage of by those with a third leg. it’s easy to hate you guys. It’s not me, it’s…
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I Wish my Abuser Would Die, but She’s my Mom.
Last year in April around the time I stopped talking to my mom, I remember it like yesterday I had just gotten finished weeping. I laid on my back, and looked hard at the ceiling searching for a breath to hold onto, I was wounded. This one emotion dear reader, they don’t make names for…
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I Don’t Think Healing is Real.
I don’t mean to be so dark reader, I swear I’m not a pessimist. I didn’t say happiness isn’t attainable, or I’m a miserable person now. I just don’t think healing is real, you actually never get “better.” You don’t wake up one day with a weight lifted off your chest because you’ve been exercising…
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Neglect Doesn’t Feel Like Abuse.
Dear reader, I know you’re not unintelligent, on the contrary I just believe you deserve an explanation. When someone smacks you across the face, it’s an attack. Assault is blatant, and there is no mistaking it. As someone who’s gotten their ass handed to them before, trust me. Whether at the hand of my evil…
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Estranged Daughter 