This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
One Year. 165 Hours. The Final Product.
Art is a process of immersion and re-emerging.
I’m a cult kid. i didn’t get to create my own style as a child. So, now, I thoroughly enjoy funkiness in my wardrobe. I love being different, going against the grains and most of all mixing the feel of the feminine and masculine in my style. So today, I’m feeling fashion forward. Dress to … Continue reading Feeling Fashion Forward
The Universal Eye of Justice Is Always Watching
Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
We trauma survivors can have a little habit. Avoidance. I know. I’ve been there. For many years I burrowed myself into every other person and/or project that distracted my mind away from myself. I was so frightened by what I had to face in myself; the pain, the anger, the memories of a tortured childhood, … Continue reading It Starts Inside
I was so triggered the other day by a neighbor who wanted to talk. I said, “I’m really not up to it. I’m having a down day.” Her response, “Oh, get over it.” Immediately I wanted to snap on her. Then this calm came over me, and I said,”Never speak to me that way again. … Continue reading Grief Has It’s Own Ebb and Flow
I know grieving is for the ones left behind, but I gotta get the pain out, bro and right now, I can only cry it out like I used to, pouring it out in small novella text convos.
Sexual abuse, trauma; Leaves physical scars Too deep to ever leave.
Chill Out. Remember Everything.