Hey, guys! I am so terribly sorry about my disappearance. Just after my last post, I began working a new job. Balancing work and school has proven to be very difficult; as such, I have had almost no time for writing of any kind. I hope to remedy that by building up a queue while … Continue reading About the Unannounced Hiatus
Welcome
Please read this entire post to see possible triggers and things you'll need to know about this blog. So, about me: I'm just a 20-something writer trying to make sense of a crazy past of which I only remember pieces. I'm a published author, and I'm currently studying Engineering at a technical college. I am … Continue reading Welcome
…And Remarried
The second and last man that mom introduced us to was Joe. They did not date for very long. When they met, Joe was working as a security guard at the same nursing home where my mother was a state-tested nursing assistant. He seemed pretty cool at the beginning. He always brought us gifts and … Continue reading …And Remarried
Mom Started Dating
It wasn’t longer after we lost Dad that Mom started dating again. I only remember two of the men in which she took interest. Maybe they were the only two she deemed worthy to meet us. The first was named Don. As far as I can recall, Don was at least a halfway decent dude. … Continue reading Mom Started Dating
Broken
TW: Mild description/detail of suicide method Mom did not know how to help me in the days, months, even years after Dad’s death. As an adult, I see that she tried her best; especially considering that she was trying to cope with her own pain, grief, and depression upon losing the love of her life … Continue reading Broken
Dad, and His Death
TW: Suicide Dad Just to be clear, my father didn't really have a chance. My grandmother caught pneumonia while she was pregnant with him, in the early '50s. It is believed by many that maternal infections during pregnancy (such as influenza or pneumonia) put the fetus at a higher risk for schizophrenia. If we accept … Continue reading Dad, and His Death
The Car Accident
Note: Names have been changed, or initials used, to protect those involved. My very first memory is of a car accident. I was about two years old, maybe three. My baby sister, E, and I were in the backseat of a red car. Our father was driving. I do not remember the actual accident, but … Continue reading The Car Accident
Fragile: Handle With Care 