Michael DeMarais
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Love Letters to Anne
So let’s take an aside… My missing pieces drove me. The emptiness pushed me further. Nothing anyone had to offer me in this place mattered. I was born and then broken and then expected to be normal. Whatever that was supposed to be. I constantly sought reassurance and love because the love I needed was stripped from me. But I didn’t know how to love. Love was associated with loss and pain.
By Michael DeMarais2 years ago in Families
Love Letters to Anne
So anyway, I was unhappy at my core, but I tried to fit in, trying to be everything everyone expected of me. Dealing with situations with no guidance or directions, no map, and yet this longing filled my being. I couldn’t behave because the emptiness would suck the life out of me and the slow twisting of insanity growing within me would explode out of me. I couldn’t control it. I would act out, and in violence at times, never shying away from a battle of anyone’s creation.
By Michael DeMarais2 years ago in Families