There is so much I want to say as I write this Cult Child sequel. I feel as though somehow if I can share it, give these impending emotions away, I can find some solace in that. I also feel a deep need to document this part of the journey in a different way than ever before, something I’ve considered; that I wonder to be risky.
But what is risk without vulnerability?
There are deeper caves wherein lives the darkest of my pain in regards to my mother. I feel the separation.
I call her by her first name.
Vlogs – they’re coming. I’m in the mood to splay some shit open.