Now and again, when I have the strength to, I read some of the words you wrote to me.
I struggle to read them, to comprehend how someone could be so cruel.
Was it to hurt me? To test me? To push me hard enough so that I’d fight back? Start to fight for myself?
Maybe.
But the words are hard to read even now… Continue reading
Prompt: Talk about a memory triggered by a particular song.
“…I need freedom now
and I need to know how
to live my life
as it’s meant to be…”
The Cave, Mumford and Sons
Flashes of green, the growl of the motor, clunk, grrr, speed it up another gear. A giggle… Continue reading
I did try growing up once. I tried really hard. I gave it a good go for a few years but my heart wasn’t in it. Literally. So at 26 I quit.
I chucked it all in.
I decided growing up wasn’t for me and I got the hell out of there. I’d find another way…. Continue reading
I used to be a work in progress, so nearly almost there, “…just another 6 months and I’ll be ready, I’ll be sorted, I’ll be good enough. Then I’ll be ready to be me completely and ready to share. Not quite yet though, don’t come too close. There is still work to be done. This is still a danger zone. Beware…”
And then I hit that sweet spot.
Rock bottom… Continue reading