This day was a holiday. According to the journal entry, we didn’t do much and I felt it was a “taskless day”, lost without routine and something to keep us grounded.
Read on.
Love,
Mom
not just the hits
This day was a holiday. According to the journal entry, we didn’t do much and I felt it was a “taskless day”, lost without routine and something to keep us grounded.
Read on.
Love,
Mom
He Was Just Opening His Locker
The Baby
It All Runs Together – Part 2
It All Runs Together – Part 1
The Cashier Said, “Hello”
Nothing Officer
Halloween
Get The Fuck Up
Why
Luminarias
Be Careful With The Baby
The Baby
The Baby
The question continues to be, how do we heal?
Do we turn our back and simply keep walking?
Do we confront and fight our offender?
Do we take in, digest, process, understand, forgive, move on?
Do we coil away and hide, ashamed of our reality?
All of the above?
These are my stick figure sketches of a time in my life. I’ve accepted that now. I’m no longer ashamed. No longer quiet. But the healing has only begun. And before it gets too far, others will be effected by the process. But that is not my doing anymore. It was done long ago and the time is here to confront and walk away. Once and for all.
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