- I started this blog to be able to give a piece of me.I never been good at speaking to strangers, but I always been great at speaking to the me within. I only truly ever had one friend growing up as a child and that was myself.
I never felt I belonged or fit in with other kids, so I would always try to find the kids I felt like didn’t have friends. Trying to make since out of the things that makes no since at all to a child. I was raised right but lead wrong “if that makes any since “.I watched my mother get beaten by my father,and when he would leave I would hold her and wipe her tears.I was mostly afraid of my father as a kid,afraid to be a kid that makes mistakes .
When my mother mustered up the courage to leave we had even less,staying from one home to the next.I would spend some of my days in a home without lights or food. The winter weather was definitely the worse blankets did little to keep us warm.In the eighties job’s where little to none,my mother would receive welfare.
Schools I were so distant from mentally, I was so withdrawn and shy I use to hide in class and hope not to be called on.I would doddle on my desktop while my mind would run wild.I was so selfish conscious and aware of my being, I was always afraid of not being accepted or liked.How others would view how I speak,what would they think,how would I sound in front of them???
- I can remember questioning life,and what did it mean to live.Who had control over our life. I use to watch the insects and think I had the power,the decision if they live or die.I use to give thought to what made the decision if I live or die. What makes me go right instead of left, when I could’ve went left and died a tragic death, why wasn’t there when I had thoughts to be.Why did stranger ask for change, the same change I gave him change my direction and altered my timing. That should have been me that died.