Felicia P.
Bio
I've always felt a little different. Turns out, I am. Between being adopted, the proud owner of a mood disorder and being racially ambiguous, I have plenty to share.
Please enjoy my stories, ideas and feels. I'd love for you to tag along.
Stories (6/0)
Rock Bottom
**In an effort to sharpen my writing and encourage my creative mind, I want to start a series where I "complete the story". I have over a hundred open-ended sentences which are prompts for a story, short or otherwise. I want to keep each story short, teasers if you will. The Prompt will be shown in bold.**
By Felicia P.2 years ago in Fiction
They Say You Don't Know Where You're Going
Two years ago, my father was killed in a tree falling accident. He wasn't a logger or an arborist, just a stubborn senior that insisted on doing everything himself. He loved falling trees, but even with a system designed to keep him safe, he still met his demise by way of a widow maker in November of 2018.
By Felicia P.3 years ago in Humans
Better Off Without Them
My set of parents were born in the "Boomer" era, or so it's coined. The discussion around mental health in my house was infrequent and poorly sourced. The irony was that, not only did both of my parents have their own mental health issues, they also had personality disorders... neither of which were acknowledged. That's a story for another time.
By Felicia P.3 years ago in Psyche
