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Luckily Unlucky
My family used to be picture perfect, dinner at the table every night, both parents working well paying jobs, everything was just perfect. That was until my mum found dad in bed with his boss. She walked out after taking half his money, and left me behind to. That's when his drinking started, and his abusive 'antics' began. Of course, he was then discovered and taken away. Again, I'm unsure of his whereabouts at present, but I was put into a random foster home. Well, I say random, but really it was the only person who would take me. She's the sister in law of my social worker, and she immediately wanted to take me in. It's been a while since I've had the freedom to do my own thing, and I hope that being with the Devon's will mean that I can do whatever I want. I mean, they cant tell me what to do, they aren't my family. Not even my friends. Trigger warnings: Abuse Substance abuse Alcoholism Mentions of sexual abuse
Strange as it may seem
A collection of poems and narrative essays about my life including topics of trauma, addiction, healing, and hope.
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Six Feet Under
"Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they're already asleep." - H. Jackson Brown, Jr. I have been wide awake for 17 years and yet my parents have never even held my hand and let me experience what it feels like to have a protective father or a nurturing mother. The walls of my house have grown thinner over the years. The windows make me want to know what it would feel like to jump outside. The kitchen makes me want to run and hide from my mother. The empty bottles of wine makes me want to fight my father. Should I fight a bit louder or laugh a bit quieter? Should I beg my parents to take my hand and let me go or should I sleep forever just to let it grow silent forever? My name is Paige and I wish to be happier.Concluida
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My Truth
This about my life. No lies, no storytelling. The truth. If it's not something you're interested in or have the stomach to read, please don't. I haven't changed names or places. The people I write in here, myself included, will be held accountable. I'm tired of being told to sit down and shut up. Tired of people not caring or willing to help.
The Convenience of Narcissism
The word narcissism is often thrown around as a way of attacking or labeling others who have caused us pain in our life. What if this word could actually hold the key to healing? What if a discussion of narcissism could actually help us to bring balance to the topsy turvy world we have been subjected to? If you would like to learn how you can grow from this personal self-discovery then please read this book. If you see it, it will change your life forever.Concluida
Can't Be Yours (Book 2)
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My family used to be picture perfect, dinner at the table every night, both parents working well paying jobs, everything was just perfect. That was until my mum found dad in bed with his boss. She walked out after taking half his money, and left me behind to. That's when his drinking started, and his abusive 'antics' began. Of course, he was then discovered and taken away. Again, I'm unsure of his whereabouts at present, but I was put into a random foster home. Well, I say random, but really it was the only person who would take me. She's the sister in law of my social worker, and she immediately wanted to take me in. It's been a while since I've had the freedom to do my own thing, and I hope that being with the Devon's will mean that I can do whatever I want. I mean, they cant tell me what to do, they aren't my family. Not even my friends. Trigger warnings: Abuse Substance abuse Alcoholism Mentions of sexual abuse
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