No one can take my imagination. No one can take the child inside, the me inside that is different to you. No matter what you do to me, it’s in these places which belong to me, that I am always free. A wild wind blew across the field, shaking the Continue Reading
choosing life
For years I self medicated my PTSD with alcohol and drugs. It wasn’t a choice I made, addiction was vital to get me through the day. Chemicals worked so well at helping me forget the truth, too painful to bear. Addiction was what I had to do to live before Continue Reading