Meet My Imagined Imaginary Friend

Meet My Imagined Imaginary Friend

I was embarrassed with my self-talk. Or maybe I didn’t want anyone to know that I talked to myself—least of all, my mother. Even though she hadn’t identified me as the scapegoat, I still didn’t trust her.

Clutter, Clutter Everywhere

Clutter, Clutter Everywhere

I am always worried about how much stuff I have. Currently, I think I have too much. I get curious looks from people when I say that. Apparently, others don’t see what I see. This should not be a surprise to anyone—least of all me.

Tossing Pebbles

Tossing Pebbles

There has always been that oppositional defiance within me that wants to keep poking at the things no one wants to discuss. Because I know that when terrible things are going on, and no one speaks about them, it gives leeway to abusers to continue.

The Sacrificial Lamb, er, Goat

The Sacrificial Lamb, er, Goat

I would have understood my mother’s behavior if we were still living out on the plains, having to survive, and she threw me to the saber tooth tigers circling. That would have been an easier death too. I would never know that there was something wrong with me. Just instant…nothing.

Choices Were Made

Choices Were Made

I believe people choose to be good or bad, abusive or not. It is extremely disappointing to watch the wrong choice being made. It was certainly devastating to me.

The Dark Anger of Emotional Abuse

The Dark Anger of Emotional Abuse

I still think that it would be “easier” if I had the scars to show the years of abuse I endured. If I had some external marks, it would help me to know that it wasn’t all in my head, even though I know it wasn’t.

My Poetry Challenge to Myself

My Poetry Challenge to Myself

The universe works in mysterious ways. I have been having a creativity block or something. However, poetry has always come easier to me, so that is what I will do for the next two blog posts – poetry.

What Happened to All My Words??

What Happened to All My Words??

Is it writer’s block? Maybe. It’s more that I don’t have the focus for a full length blog post. What do I do? I write poetry that’s what. Why that is my go to answer to my brain block, who knows?