I was a very emotional kid. I was a people pleaser. I think this stemmed from being adopted - I think most adopted kids struggle with feeling unwanted - even the very fortunate ones like me who were adopted and chosen by amazing families. I worried about people liking me and would take it very… Continue reading The Art of Not Giving A F***k.
There are two sides to every story. Then there are screenshots. This woman by the way is the children's pastor to the church I left. Can you guess why I left? And she did go to my mother's home, (after knowing full well that we had just spent the night in the ER, deciding that… Continue reading Full Blast.
This is going to be wildly uncomfortabe, but altogether necessary. Remember as a child, things seemed so black or white. In the movies we watched, and the stories we read there was clearly a right and a wrong. There was clearly portrayed the good guy, and the bad guy. It was easy to know who… Continue reading Growing Pains