I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.
Tag: memoir
Redirection
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
My Mother Didn’t Want Me Calling Boys So I Wouldn’t Look Like a Slut
Mama spends the next hour telling me that men are shit. If I carry one thing into my adult life I better take this one, Mama rants on. Her voice fades into the distance as it has come to do when she begins to lecture.
Are You Successful?
I have always been a wanderer, a traveler, even at times, a runner, from situations I couldn't handle.
LOCKED IN: by John Huddle
He thought he was a part of a loving church, until Jane Whaley arrived and turned his life into rubble.
What Happens When We Dissociate?
How does Dissociation work? Is it okay to Dissociate? What happens during Dissociation? So many questions are posed toward the phenomena of trauma Dissociation.
“Dead, Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir” by Zack Bonnie
"Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past." Lily Tomlin Accented with unique and relevant art by Jonathan Weiner of San Francisco, CA,"Dead Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir", by Zack Bonnie, reveals with precision the mind bending abuse enacted inside of the youth reform industry. "The Cult That Spawned the Tough-Love Teen Industry", … Continue reading “Dead, Insane or In Jail: A CEDU Memoir” by Zack Bonnie
Motherless On Mother’s Day
by Vennie Kocsis I don't quite understand these constant holidays, dedicated to moms and dads and bunnies and love. I see them as marketing scams, a way to boost economy almost every month, by throwing in a Holiday. But hey, maybe I'm bitter. On these days I am reminded of my absent mother. See, not … Continue reading Motherless On Mother’s Day
Around My City She Sleeps
There are people who learn to trust the streets. I think of their lives, how they have made darkness their day and daylight their night so they can stay alive. Where is the safe space when the alleys are teeming with the unloved at night, ravaged by the anger in their souls, screaming out their … Continue reading Around My City She Sleeps
The Pages I Rarely Share: Why Trauma Journals Are Healing
Writing cleanses the soul, and you don't have to be a writer to do it.
The Constant Ebb of Impending Doom
By Vennie Kocsis To untangle the web of my current occasional States of Being has required a process of retracing the steps into my past through the portal of my present behaviors and emotions. Growing up in an end-times cult, I was taught two main death concepts. 1. God was going to end the planet … Continue reading The Constant Ebb of Impending Doom
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