Welcome back, to my hell, my life, my way of dealing with the pain inside of me when I just can’t anymore. It’s fucked up and I don’t expect anyone besides others that self harm to understand I’ve been good for about 2 years but it’s back and this time I’m not bothering to fight it. Let me bleed, let me weep, let me slowly die. I’m dead inside anyways. Why try fighting when as soon as you are close to coming back someone or something just kicks you back down. That’s the universe’s way of telling you that you belong in the dark, lost forgotten and alone
I am a 47 yr old woman born and bred in Boston, MA but am currently living in Warrington, UK. I have 6 great kids Mark (28 "adopted son") Steven(27),Alex (23),Kylie (19), Katie (18) & Stuart (5). I also have 2 fur babies (kitty's) Kloe (2),& Kiera (5). I was a vet technician in the states for over 10 years and a volunteer EAMT (emergency animal medical technician) for with the ASPCA for 5 years on top of being a single mum of my 5 oldest. I have this journal to write my poems, vent and basically be heard. I I have been dealing with Bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, anxiety, bulimia and (unfortunately) a cutter. So join me in my journey through my joy, pain and everything in between.