Category Archives: A Narrative

My dad was gone a lot.  He did that.  He’d leave us for days, weeks, even months at a time.  Isolated in the middle of nowhere, the house itself was a filthy hoarder’s den of my stay at home mother’s making and my bipolar father couldn’t cope with the house or his wife and childrenContinue reading “Household”

I don’t even know where to begin.  Linearly always seems like the clearest way to tell a story, but it was all so complex and interrelated as it happened that there’s always more and more explaining to do.  Afterall, you don’t get Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from an easily relatable story. Both my homeContinue reading “Beginning”