Trip to Tenneessee

Trip to Tenneessee 1

Still writing from Tenneesee. We are a little crowded in the van, even with the two middle seats taken out. These are two faces only a mother could love, and I love them very, very much. On the other side of Twizzler and O. is our other god-daughter, C. She’s sleeping and drooling all over […]

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Time after time

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 18 years old, institutionalized on the mental health floor, and trying to justify my suicide attempt in group therapy. Another woman, about twenty years older than I,  scolded me out in group therapy because I wanted to kill myself.  She told me how lucky I should […]

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The dirty word called “trust”

It’s taken a few days to write this post. I’ve been molling it over in my head. A week ago I attend a support group that I usually go to, Emotions Anonymous. The format consists of go around the room, saying our name, and giving a feeling word. Then a topic is introduced and we […]

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