The process of writing, of remembering things I have not thought about for many years, was cathartic for me. Interestingly, I had not previously realized the progression of my sexual awareness. I had no idea that my lesbianism manifested so early in life.
The words poured out on notebook paper like a flood. I did not realize I had so much to say. My thanks to my mom; she is my hero. Despite our rough relationship, she has worked hard on herself to facilitate change. She is my inspiration and my best friend. She was the one who suggested that I start writing. Thanks mom!
So, happily ever after, right? Well, maybe I'll write a "part two." My struggles with alcoholism and drug addiction did not stop there (though not to the same degree...at least on the drug end). I still struggle with addiction at 51. I guess an addict never ceases to be an addict. It's all about choices, one day at a time and all that.
The one thing that has changed is that I no longer want to die. I'm grateful for that. I would not change my past for anything. It saved my life. I truly believe that if I had not gotten sick I would not have lived this long.
If you have made it this far, thank you! I appreciate you reading my story!
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The Hole Within
Non-FictionMy soul-searching story of a dark past. Growing up in a strict Mormon household I slowly withdraw into a dark world of my own; self-mutilating, suicide attempts and self-medicating with drugs and alcohol. I go into therapy and discover repressed mem...
