Today marks three years since I found those tormented videos. The videos that shattered my demented world. My adoptive father, Tim, decided that values and respect towards not only women in general but towards his very own daughter meant nothing through his brown, devilish eyes. All those brown, devilish eyes wanted was his daughter’s love.…
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My Story
September 8th, 2016 was like any other day. I crawled out of bed, still in my Cracker Barrel uniform from the night before, and managed my way to the coffee machine. As the coffee was brewing, I turned the t.v. to my guilty pleasure, Pretty Little Liars, and borrowed my father’s laptop from his bedroom.…
A Holiday Party
I grew up in a family that believed money was love. I never received the affection that most daughters receive from their parents. Like a simple hug and cuddle from a mother or a kiss on the forehead from a father. I was bought toys and a “Do you like it?” Never even I love…
Feel that Damn Pain
“Hey, Brit! How are you?” It is the utmost dreadful phrase for my small, anxious ears to hear. “How are you?” It is a complex question for me to gather in my head for the split two seconds I have to respond. Too most I just shrug, smile, and say, “I am doing quite well.…
This is MY YEAR…
December is finally here. December is such an overwhelmingly difficult time of year for my shattered yet hopeful beating heart. My heart longs so desperately for a family that no longer brings my hazel, freckled eyes joy only sorrow and despair. My Mother's fake love consumed my every thought and emotion for far more many…
My Holiday Blues
As I continued to throw the ornaments, enjoying each crash to the ground, the rage began fueling every ounce in my body. I was just so excited to actually feel. At first, I loved the numbness. I was overwhelmed by losing the most important being in my life. My mother. And I didn’t lose her…
My Christmas Universe
As I sat on the old, faded black, futon in my boyfriend and I’s small, dark living room, I found my freckle, hazel eyes fixed on the Christmas tree lights. I couldn’t take my exhausted eyes off of those illuminating colors and at this second all I could do was stare. Not a single thought…
Tea Party Blues
I was asked yesterday dead or alive who I would want to have a tea party with, and I can’t choose between the living or sadly passed, so the perfect answer would have to be choosing both of course. Living would have to be Ashley Lemieux and she is beyond incredible, but today is not…
Life of Joy and Laughter
This is the time of year where you see bright lights full of joy and laughter. The time of year for family to all gather around and catch up and tell stories over the last year. Full of love. Full of excitement. Full of support. But for the select few that spend their Holidays alone,…
