Sunday, January 13, 2019

Faces in The Train

The dark side of my mental health has made me into a friendly person. I know what it's like to feel alone even in the most crowded place. I see faces, but they are all blurred in my eyes like they are passengers in a train passing by. The wind brushes through my skin as the train speeds through the rails, then the brake screeches as it comes to a full stop. It makes me Feel. It makes me See. And it...

Thursday, November 30, 2017

200-Page Notebook and 2 Slaps

It took me twenty-seven years before I could say, “my father is abusive” out loud. I was one of those children living in a fantasy that my family is perfect until I was given a choice to stay in the safety of distorted reality I have created or bear the pain of having an imperfect family.  One of the most vivid memories I had of my father is when he slapped me with a two-hundred-page notebook....

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Faces in The Train

The dark side of my mental health has made me into a friendly person. I know what it's like to feel alone even in the most crowded plac...