Starting this blog is incredibly necessary for the continuation of my healing from a lifetime of traumas that continue like fucking hell on toast to hold me back from living my best life.
Wow, that does look like a real sentence…damn, Abbey.
Within this space I will lay down, with sincerity and truth, all of my worst memories.
It might come in spurts or like an avalanche, I cannot promise you a post a day, also not in chronological order. I can however promise to be real.
We are made from our past, slowly molding into the people that we are right at this moment. If you hadn’t met that one person and gone to that party, or had that emotional gutter punch to an already upset stomach that aches day and night.
My mother cannot shit. I mean this sincerely. This issue has plagued her for going on 5 years and she’s slowly starving to death. She tries so hard, my God she tries, I am suffering watching her weaken before my eyes and holy fuck she’s going to die pretty soon and all of us who love her has to watch.
Does anyone else feel this way, or like me, afraid to bring it up least we all face the music?
People are afraid of the truth.
I need a safe place…cause I have a bunch and they are screaming at me.
Abbey Normal 10/31/2018