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I was in the shower when a memory popped up out of nowhere. I was in fifth grade. My aunt was driving me to school that morning. We pulled up to an intersection, and she fell asleep at the wheel. I shook her awake. She opened her eyes slowly and said, “I’m sorry, I’m still
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The Day I Surrendered December 28, 2020 I finally surrendered. I was defeated. I felt stuck, vulnerable, and scared. That day, I wrote in my journal: “I am feeling restless, like I need something to satiate my hunger for a sign—for anything to provide direction. I’m impatient. I’m lonely. It’s quiet. But yet I don’t
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After the night my dad refused to let me go with my mom, everything changed. I started asking questions. What really happened when I was little? Why did she leave? Why didn’t she come back? Why wouldn’t he let me go with her that night? He never answered my questions until now. And then he
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I was 12 years old, desperate, and living in survival mode. I was living in a trailer on my grandparent’s property with my father, who was addicted to meth and other drugs. He was paranoid, abusive, and couldn’t hold a job. It was one of the scariest times of my life. I longed for connection—especially