kasey gresham
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Know you more
Dear Mom, It's been almost a year since you left. I miss you everyday. The last time I saw you I didn't even speak to you but now I got alot to say. I'm sorry I turned my back on you mom but I felt at the time you turned your back on me 17 years before when you threw our relationship out the door, and for what? Happiness you thought would be waiting for you at the bottom of that pill bottle? In truth it was just a 17 year long battle. I spent all those years selfishly thinking you were fighting me and dad when in reality you were only fighting yourself. I spent all those years only thinking about me and not realizing you were fighting a war I couldn't see. You told me more than once about the hell that you went through but it's like my mind never fathomed what all was done to you. They didn't just tear your wings, they ripped them from your back. How could anyone be okay after that? Yet I expected you to just stop your self-treatment, and I became bitter and full of resentment. I should have been more compassionate and understanding, instead I was aggravating and demanding. I'm sorry mom, sorry I wasn't there for you, loving you, lifting you, and understanding you when I really needed to. The day you died I dropped to my knees and forgave you and I can only hope you forgive me too. I want you to know, mom, now I know you more. Now I understand what it was all for. You didn't choose addiction, addiction chose you. It saw the perfect victim, trauma, a clear path to get to you. It wasn't your fault, mom. It wasn't anything you did. Trauma just chased you ever since you were a kid. I wish I could take it all back mom and instead of walking out the door, I would hug you and pick you up off the floor.
By kasey gresham2 years ago in Families
My Mom's Tale: If Things Were Different
Have you ever taken a tragedy of your life and daydreamed about how it could have been different? I'm about to do just that because these are the "what ifs" that lurk in my thoughts and inject me with the venom of guilt. These are the thoughts that keep me up at night. What could I have done differently that day?
By kasey gresham2 years ago in Fiction
I Used to Care but Now I Don't.
“I used to care but now I don't.” That seems to be a relatively new challenge on TikTok. Now I don't exactly use TikTok, but I do scroll through the Facebook Shorts frequently and I've seen a few videos of it. And you know what?
By kasey gresham2 years ago in Motivation
Beautiful, Unique, Red Head
Growing up with red hair automatically made me an outcast. It made me a target for mockery and the butt of seemingly endless jokes. In school, I had to withstand many of the infamous nicknames for redheads. "Carrot Top", "Redheaded stepchild", and later in teenage years, "FireCrotch". On a couple of occasions, I had to deal with a couple of rude guys asking if the "carpet matched the drapes". Let's face it. Us Redheads don't have it easy.
By kasey gresham2 years ago in Confessions
ADHD and How I.. SQUIRREL!
I sit here beginning to write this article when in all honesty I should be doing housework. I look around at the mess. Dirty clothes are strewn about the floor. Piles of random junk. Things are completely out of place. There's no organization whatsoever. Yet, I seem to know where things are. My organized chaos. I feel as though it's an outward projection of my mind. Chaotic but still functional. The joys of ADHD.
By kasey gresham2 years ago in Psyche
Two Pink Lines Taken Away
You never think it will happen to you. It's not even a thought in your mind. You look down and see those two pink lines or that digital "pregnant" on the screen. You are filled with so much joy and it's all you can think about. Your mind goes straight to picking names, nursery plans, cute clothes, and all the good and beautiful things that happen when expecting a baby. You're over the moon and you've lost sight of Earth and all of its problems. You feel like nothing could bring you down because you're about to have the baby you've been trying for.
By kasey gresham2 years ago in Families
- Top Story - November 2021
My Mom's TaleTop Story - November 2021
Before I begin, I would like to clarify that this article is not to bash my Mom whatsoever. It is in fact quite the opposite. My argument is that people who use and abuse substances deserve compassion, not condemnation or judgment. It is something that took 17 years for me to understand. After 17 years, I'm finally on my Mom's side instead of fighting against her.
By kasey gresham2 years ago in Psyche
Meeting Anxiety
The year was 2002. I was 11 years old at the time when anxiety first reared it's ugly head. West Nile virus was flooding the news. My parents always watched the news. Little did they know, I was being filled with pure fear and panic. Fast forward, and you will find me at my Aunt's house frantically running from one family member to another asking them to feel my pulse and check me for fever. In my mind, I had contracted West Nile Virus. In my mind, I was surely going to die. My parents took me to counseling. I don't recall ever being officially diagnosed either. I would not be diagnosed until around 24 years old.
By kasey gresham2 years ago in Psyche