Today marks ten years since I legally became an adult. Ten years since I packed everything I could into garbage bags in my car, and fled my toxic childhood to live with my grandparents while I finished out high school and saved up to get my own place. Ten years of growth, and ten years […]
If Walls Could Talk
If my childhood walls could talk, they’d tell the story of fear. They’d tell the story of fights and harsh words, of broken-hearted kids and emotional manipulation. If my childhood walls could talk, they’d share the cycle of calm to violence, of shattered trust and unkept promises. If my childhood walls could talk, what they’d […]