Peace and Direction
There were some things I just had to write.
Writing them has given me peace and direction.
I can’t even remember, this just spilled out one day; I am past caring what people think:
It is painful and somehow horrifying to write:
Happy Mother’s Day, You Cruel Excuse for a Parent ¶
Mom, Do You Really Think It’s Okay To Call Your Seven-Year-Old…medium.com
I do feel ashamed and responsible that my mother never cared about me or respected me as another human being.
Here’s more in the same vein:
You will never let me be happy, you will never leave me be.medium.com
This was hard for me to write and even harder to publish:
“There are three things we cry for in life: things that are lost, things that are found and things that are magnificent…medium.com
I felt like I just had to do it. Medium gave me that opportunity and ease of finding an audience.
When I first started writing on Medium in March, I was ecstatic that people read my articles. I had paroxyisms of delight when someone recommended.
I just wanted to be heard. I wanted to convince myself that I wasn’t invisible, that my feelings were significant; writing down how I felt made everything more real.
Thanks for inviting a response.