Chapter 5 – I remember filling the fridge with literal mud pies when I was a toddler, so it would no longer be empty. I remember the dirt tasting good, and slightly sweet. I remember the crushing disappointment when my parents informed me that the mud pies did not count as food, that I was not helping.
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Chapter 4 – “Artists always starve.” That sentence will probably echo in my head in Father’s voice for the rest of my life.
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Chapter 3 – Critical introspection is the ability to objectively and critically evaluate the internal workings of your own consciousness. No matter how daunting that may seem, it is an essential tool for improving or healing your mental/emotional self, because without it you are never going to be able to address the root causes of any issues. Developing this skill was essential to my healing journey.
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Chapter 2 – My capacity for Perfect Trust is one of the things I value about myself, so even if it has brought pain from time to time, I will always be proud of myself for having it and giving it to those I choose to have in my life.
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Chapter 1 – I always had shelter, but did not always have food, and love, well, that was complicated. It should not have been, but it was. As I grew up, my parents constantly said that they loved me, and at the time I did believe them, but tangible, sincere demonstrations of that love, especially little demonstrations, were far less common, and usually delivered in obligatory settings.
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Introduction to my memoir about the abuses and traumas I endured as a child through adulthood, why I wrote it and what you can expect herein.
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