How could a person feel so isolated?
“If you could change one moment, would you?” A common question asked in various ways with millions of answers. There were many moments I wanted to change if I could. My childhood was the best it could be. Velvet Barbie boots with heels that clinked all around the house and the loop of Blue's Clues episodes on VHS. Eventually this was traded in for a pair of white roller skates and daily adventures with the neighborhood kids. Up to a certain point ignorance, or should I say innocence—was bliss. But then one day those black boots, those roller skates, those VHS tapes, weren’t enough; enough to tune out the screams. To tune out the back and forth of words filled with hatred and regret. The threats and the violence and the anger. The constant questioning of whether it was a choice I made that caused the horrid domino effect that just kept going and going and going.