Walking Alone

I have a hard time writing about my past. Not so much because it is difficult to talk about but because I feel that I am talking down on the people who raised me. It isn’t that. It is only my perception. The way I experienced the events as a highly sensitive person living inContinue reading “Walking Alone”

I Have Always Wanted to Live

I moved out of my parents’ house when I wasn’t quite 19 years old. It was February of 2005. I was going to school at the local community college with a full course load but also worked a full time job. After moving out, I couldn’t afford to do both so I dropped out andContinue reading “I Have Always Wanted to Live”