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"Why haven't you called?"
In relation to this app, I realized my references may be more Western ideologically. I grew up in a nondenominational Christian/Satanic household with no real culture or expectation to understand or agree with anything regarding religion or diversity. I grew up Godless and homeless in a house full of strangers, Stanger things crawled in the shadows of these broken homes.
At the age of 6 or 7 years, I had a thought that made me sob uncontrollably. "Without God in my home and heart, have I been subjected to this suffering because of my families lack of faith?".
It is indeed a conundrum that beats deep within the depths I yet to venture within, these roads are narrow and steep, after all...
Memories clouded by shadows that creep behind my secrets.
My words once laced no longer form knots in my throat, recollection of pain so carelessly strung together.
I truly believe I've done the best I could, despite meeting demons unknowingly, I have something you'd call faith. I couldn't believe in anything until I had some faith for myself, that I wouldn't fall backwards willingly, or ignore the parts of me I find most irredeemable. I have always been on the path of self conciousness and to that I find myself simultaneously on a healing journey.
Is Life something you heal from? or constantly grow into?
Why the need for healing?
I was born in a den of fiends, Drug addicts who couldn't find ways to cope without that which left them completely numb and avoidant twords thier own souls begging for substance behind their substance abuse. Self harm wasn't only visible scars... I see lost souls in survival mode everywhere I go it seems, as an adult I can see now why I needed healing... why I am still healing.
Yesterday was mother's day, it is a difficult day for me for my mom wasn't really my Mother. To this day I'm still her baby, but her wounds have imprinted themselves onto me the moment I was born, must I bare this weight and wounds simply because I was birthed from you?
"Mama, how much trauma can I sustain?"
It is simply unbearable when looking from this perspective of self care and growth twords a better me, no matter how much further this path seems, I'm glad I'm here... Heroin, Methanphedomine, Cocaine etc. I can visually notice who is on what and this stems from childhood.
As a result of these impulsive,...
At the age of 6 or 7 years, I had a thought that made me sob uncontrollably. "Without God in my home and heart, have I been subjected to this suffering because of my families lack of faith?".
It is indeed a conundrum that beats deep within the depths I yet to venture within, these roads are narrow and steep, after all...
Memories clouded by shadows that creep behind my secrets.
My words once laced no longer form knots in my throat, recollection of pain so carelessly strung together.
I truly believe I've done the best I could, despite meeting demons unknowingly, I have something you'd call faith. I couldn't believe in anything until I had some faith for myself, that I wouldn't fall backwards willingly, or ignore the parts of me I find most irredeemable. I have always been on the path of self conciousness and to that I find myself simultaneously on a healing journey.
Is Life something you heal from? or constantly grow into?
Why the need for healing?
I was born in a den of fiends, Drug addicts who couldn't find ways to cope without that which left them completely numb and avoidant twords thier own souls begging for substance behind their substance abuse. Self harm wasn't only visible scars... I see lost souls in survival mode everywhere I go it seems, as an adult I can see now why I needed healing... why I am still healing.
Yesterday was mother's day, it is a difficult day for me for my mom wasn't really my Mother. To this day I'm still her baby, but her wounds have imprinted themselves onto me the moment I was born, must I bare this weight and wounds simply because I was birthed from you?
"Mama, how much trauma can I sustain?"
It is simply unbearable when looking from this perspective of self care and growth twords a better me, no matter how much further this path seems, I'm glad I'm here... Heroin, Methanphedomine, Cocaine etc. I can visually notice who is on what and this stems from childhood.
As a result of these impulsive,...
