Tag: abuse

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Jul 17

knee-deep

This is not the surface of Mars. But I wish it was. A sci-fi Bradbury story and not my life. Scared and Scarred I am 6. Tender. Overly sensitive. Idealistic. In the living room watching TV (listening to my parents scream). My father is chasing my mother from the bedroom to the living room. She…




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I think many people spend their lives thinking about conditions, objects, individuals, ideas, and beliefs in black and white. I think many people spend their lives thinking about conditions, objects, individuals, ideas, and beliefs in black and white. Everything has a story behind it, just like every color can be seen as beautiful no matter…




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What is an illusion? According to Webster’s dictionary, it is “a thing that is or is likely to be wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses”. So, what is a memory? Ask this question to yourself: can a memory be the same for any two people? Can the feeling of the memory be the same…




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That’s a snap of my dad. I’m the little red-hooded halfling almost cropped out, just behind him. Nice jean jacket, Dad. My dad didn’t give me much. What he did give me though is everything. A sense of humor. Learning to laugh at yourself is so important. When you have nothing else, e.g. talent, ability,…




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A person doesn’t choose their gender, hair color, eye color, height, religion, etc. I’m going to relate this back to the jungle where aminals live. A place that remains beautiful and unharmed, yet we harm creatures for fun whether it is for self-pleasure or for food. These are gorgeous animals that share a lot of…




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I spent my youth Away from Home. Wishing my friends Were sisters of my own. I didn’t like family. Dangerous love. Beat up and tortured, Push comes to shove. We lived in the country, Away from town. If there are no neighbors, Does abuse make a sound? My heart goes back To that scary place.…




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Background I was abused for 19 years by my father and others. Physically and emotionally. Then my dad died in ’92. For 6 more years, I would be physically and emotionally abused by my sister. At 25, I moved out, got married and I was free! From almost-daily emotional abuse. But. That day? That I…




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An excerpt: “My memories erupt like dead-gray trees out of the dark depths where feelings feed.  I am a stone at the bottom, seen through the swirls.  I want to rise, but am unmoved by the ceaseless currents of the past.  The only place that these things, water and relationships live are in my mind.…




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Originally written: 2016. What I’m about to share with you is deeply personal, fellow reader, so I ask you to read with caution. Any vulgar humor is only intended to ease the pressure of writing such thing and not directed at you, the reader. Unless you’re the intended recipient. Then take it personally. Today, I’ll be…




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Today was exactly two years since my cancer has been defeated. Defeated like the last misled left one earth. Today felt a lot different thought; I woke up around 7:30 am to check my emails. One email said Mount Sinai and I quickly opened it like I was expecting the worst of the worst. I logged into my image share…