After writing my last blog post, I decided to get out one of the big plastic tubs, from underneath my bed, filled with personal journals, notebooks, poetry, short stories and the beginnings of a book. I was faced with a bit of emotion because these writings cover a portion of my past life. Its…
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Writing, my constant companion.
It feels like another lifetime ago, when I found a private spot, picked up a pen and paper, spilling my emotions inside of that spiral notebook. The pain of being a fourteen-year-old girl in a secret dysfunctional relationship with a disturbed boy, and moving in a with my mothers new spouse and his…