Positively, Authentic Me

There is something that has been bugging me for a good part of this year so far. Actually scratch that. It’s been the better part of my whole life, but I say this year because of me now being more self aware than ever before. This is my association with the word “positive”. If you […]

One Year Later…

I started my blog over a year ago now. Then: Two days after I published my very first post, I was dragged over to the Emergency Room for a panic attack I was having in the middle of the night. My idea back then was that everything I was struggling with, that I was the […]

My Traumatic Adolescence (Pt 2)

…My parents told me some familiar news toward the end of my amazing fourth grade year. That the landlord of the house was not selling the house, but kicking us out. Why? Because she doesn’t like kids. That was at least what I remember being told by my parents later. I wasn’t really devastated as […]

My Traumatic Adolescence (Part 1)

Up until I was eight years old, my family lived in a semi-community type suburban street. I lived across from and near where friends at my elementary school lived. The house me and my parents lived in was actually a duplex that was owned by the family that lived upstairs from us. But from the […]