I remember the first time I was awake in my body. I woke in myself brushing my teeth in my Grandmothers bathroom. I know, completely unromantic awakening right ? Was there more before this I have no idea. How did I even get here. I don't remember my parents like other people. How can this be the first alert moment in my life. I walk to the living room.
To see my father laying on the couch watching Star Trek. He says let me smell your breath. You had better of really brushed your teeth good. So I lean in and breath in his face. See dad I brushed really good. Alright goodnight Kiddo says my father. Those words didn't seem to have less value at the time. My sister comes out next. He says goodnight Pooh bear I love you. That is the first time I realized my place in my own life. Second best, last who knew.
Maybe I was just insecure who knows. I guess there is only one way to find out. Here it is my therapy a place to put it all down and hope like the rest of the people in my immediate life. No one laughs or feels like persecuting me on me life. I think it's important to remember no one chooses their life. We are all here from the same knot of cruelty and that is birth. Destined to roam through life unaware of how it gets harder every single day. That's the ropes though, can't knock it. Most days I am happy to be alive.
Maybe with any luck, this will free me of my inner most secret. The constant judgement I myself harbor against myself. Please forgive me.
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Non-FictionI had always felt lost in life. What was my place in this world. Was I ever meant to be happy even?. It seems like every day is a new disappointment. Have I lost touch with reality? Or is it rather that reality was never really real. Have I fallen t...
