This year I’m turning 29, but before I can do that – the calendar will have marked 9 years since you left us. 9 years since the glue for so many disappeared and the community got considerably darker. I have always struggled with mental health issues, not only is it hereditary, but also a boatload […]
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 […]
