Father told me I had no problems – didn’t even know what problems were, so I tucked away grief, pretended, mastered the art of suppression
Category: abuse
A Toddler’s Tears
When it comes to caring, I’m a pro – engaged, wholehearted, well… except that my toddler self joins in, and no matter how proper I
The Tarnished Sun
I loved him with the passion of a child – he was the sun and I the golden calf – a mutual worship, trust and
Warning
We dream of knights to lift us from our woes men of steel, whose arms hold us tight, protect us for we are weak…wait, what?
Can We Talk About It?
As mothers, who are concerned, as sons, who are seeking guidance, as daughters, for whom our fears mount? I don’t have the answers, maybe not
Face It
Tie myself to instability, conditioned to believe that sensibility fluctuating with insanity is acceptable. Insert responsibility to compensate for immaturity, am idle unemployable, would pack
