Life is hard, but it can also be great, fun, and full of happiness. It's much easier to think positive when we have company that’s living similar in our corner. Hopefully this can be that for someone.
When it gets overwhelming in the outside world, Hiding in my bedroom with my notebook is where I feel furled. Opening up the real me with visual expressions,
To All Moms
Five or six years old, in a car with my head pressed against the window looking up at the midnight stars, wondering if the moon was chasing us or were we following the moon. We have been in the car for days, my stomach is growling so loud, and my mom states we are stopping to get gas soon and she will grab something to eat, but I have to stay in the car. She goes over the rules: keep the doors locked, stay buckled, etc. We pull up, she goes in, and on her way back out she has the saddest look on her face. Looking at the pump, it stops at $3.23. I hear the gas cap being screwed on and the pop from her fighting to get the gas door shut. She gets it the car, slams her hands on the wheel at 10 and 2, and tears start sliding down her cheek. As we are pulling away, she reaches in her pocket, pulls out a bag of chips, and hands them to me. Trying to hide her tears with a fake smirk, she keeps apologizing to me, saying things will get better, and she will stop again soon for food.