I like your way with words. It's a very romantic way to say it but yes, I've had some emotional problems, that I've worked through for the most part. Strangely enough I can look at the world objectively. In my own life I expect a little more emotion from those around me, which I never received. But it's OK. I have learned to stand alone and accept from myself what I can't get from others.
Maybe because I am lucky that I have always loved God. Bless my grandmother's heart for introducing us. I love to be in nature. Just my dog and I walking through the forest is enough for me now. I rest easy these days because my children made it through too.
Has your life been easy or difficult? You seem very intuitive. Was that a learned attribute or something you were born with?
You really do have a way with words..... I hope the financial independence you speak of has something to do with writing.
I can't say I was born and lived on the streets; my childhood home felt more like a prison of the body, mind & spirit. One I didn't realize I needed to escape until I was in my early thirties.
The damage it caused; I can relate to the poetry you use to describe your journey.
Here's to the good years to come 🍻 As soon as this world totalitarian takeover is over with of course! ☺️
9 years old, holy moly. There is something to kids working early. While I don't appreciate the reasons, my parents made my sister & I their little slaves so I was a housekeeper/maid at 9 lol. I definitely appreciate the hard work integriry it instilled in me. They failed to teach us any actual life skills though. The only thing I knew about adulthood is that I had to be out of the house at 18. It was their way and that's fine, but it navigating the world a bit more difficult. My life story would probably be a little interesting but it would mostly be a lot of sadness and while I've contemplated writing it down, I don't really want to be revisit a lot of it. I've analyzed so much of it just to be able to move forward. No sense going back now.
I like your way with words. It's a very romantic way to say it but yes, I've had some emotional problems, that I've worked through for the most part. Strangely enough I can look at the world objectively. In my own life I expect a little more emotion from those around me, which I never received. But it's OK. I have learned to stand alone and accept from myself what I can't get from others.
Maybe because I am lucky that I have always loved God. Bless my grandmother's heart for introducing us. I love to be in nature. Just my dog and I walking through the forest is enough for me now. I rest easy these days because my children made it through too.
Has your life been easy or difficult? You seem very intuitive. Was that a learned attribute or something you were born with?
You really do have a way with words..... I hope the financial independence you speak of has something to do with writing.
I can't say I was born and lived on the streets; my childhood home felt more like a prison of the body, mind & spirit. One I didn't realize I needed to escape until I was in my early thirties.
The damage it caused; I can relate to the poetry you use to describe your journey.
Here's to the good years to come 🍻 As soon as this world totalitarian takeover is over with of course! ☺️
Good morning, :-)
Thirty years of bondage, no wonder your such a fierce freedom fighter.
I spent some time reading the post of your past, you have a story to write as well.
My financial windfall, a masons apprentice at 9, hauling bricks for 8 hour a day.
I was a certified welder at 15, and a contract welder fitter working offshore by 18.
In between I washed alot of dishes and flipped alot of burgers.
I understood the necessity of money very early in life.
9 years old, holy moly. There is something to kids working early. While I don't appreciate the reasons, my parents made my sister & I their little slaves so I was a housekeeper/maid at 9 lol. I definitely appreciate the hard work integriry it instilled in me. They failed to teach us any actual life skills though. The only thing I knew about adulthood is that I had to be out of the house at 18. It was their way and that's fine, but it navigating the world a bit more difficult. My life story would probably be a little interesting but it would mostly be a lot of sadness and while I've contemplated writing it down, I don't really want to be revisit a lot of it. I've analyzed so much of it just to be able to move forward. No sense going back now.