L.A. Moore - Nash
Bio
Mom of two great small people.
https://lamoorenash.wordpress.com/
Stories (30/0)
Dads
I met my dad when I was six years old. It didn't start that way, though. He was a total stranger. And before I knew it, he was my dad. It didn't always feel like he was my dad, though. Many times, my brain wanted a fight, and we did. We had lots of arguments. My brain often told me to storm out and walk or run away. And I did.
By L.A. Moore - Nash2 years ago in Families
I was dreaming about meeting gods and realized something...
I was dreaming one night, and while having this dream, I saw and heard several deities. I met and talked with each of them as if they had been family. This was when I realized they were. They, in a sense, that they came from my subconscious self and were trying to show me important things about the events in my life in my current situation.
By L.A. Moore - Nash3 years ago in Longevity
A Lot Can Change...
"Change is painful, but nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong." - Mandy Hale I learned that my body is changing a lot since March this year. It's a good change and a stressful one at that. It changed who I was into who I am now and has changed my way of thinking. Because of this alteration in my mindset and body, I've come to realize that there was one person in my life that does me a world of good and another that does me no good at all. And I have called them both my friends. And currently still do. They both happen to be men in my life that I've had relationships with, both current and past. My friends are both good guys. But one has done so much wrong to me that I've had people tell me to stop being friends with him altogether. He is the one who gave me my mental illness and the issues I have with most men now. And he is still incredibly possessive of me and only informs me of things when it's convenient for him. And despite all this, he always feels like he has to defend himself around me. To me, that's not friendship at all. I think the same way around him as well. Every conversation we try to have peacefully turns to arguments and anger or frustration with each other. I find him incredibly gross most of the time, even though he is my friend. I once loved him but have fallen out of love with him since our last breakup in May 2016. June 2016 would be about when I would move to where he was to make it easier for him to see our daughter.
By L.A. Moore - Nash3 years ago in Families
My Aunt, My Home
I know you're probably tired of reading about my grievances and about my depression, but lately, and especially around this time of year, it is awful, as it is the grim anniversary of my aunt's and grandfather's deaths. My aunt's death was the pivotal point of my downward and ever-spiraling-out-of-control depression. It is the point at which I had lost all sense of any religion and emotionally went rogue.
By L.A. Moore - Nash3 years ago in Psyche
My Crazy Unforgiving Life
You know what this is. Or at least you will know. You have seen it before. A darkness inside that creeps up and bubbles out of you and scares others around you. You always look so unforgiving. Always seem so scary and mad all the time. You are kind. But life has not been so much as that to you.
By L.A. Moore - Nash3 years ago in Psyche
Grandfather
April 9th, 2019. That is when he passed away. It has been about a year and nine months. I remember a lot as time passes. He had a green thumb. He even helped me with my small garden too. It had the sweetest basil, the tastiest green onions, and delicious snap peas.
By L.A. Moore - Nash3 years ago in Families
My Past Self, The Religious One
I have been traveling this path since my inception into the Craft at the age of 16. Along the way, I have been lost, found, lost again, and found again, and have changed my path so many times. I am 31 now and will be 32 in November. My path, as it could be said, is a very twisted, crooked path. I have banished, hexed, and cursed many in my life. And in my time of need, I have sat in the darkness alone many a night crying and grieving for what I could not have in life.
By L.A. Moore - Nash3 years ago in Futurism
The Void; Again
You know what the worst part is? You doubt everything. It is a dark place in here. It brings you down to your knees. It makes you cry. It tears an invisible hole through your chest and plays with your heart strings like a clumsy cat with yarn. It hurts all of the time. And no matter what you do it does not really ever go away.
By L.A. Moore - Nash3 years ago in Psyche