I loved being closed up inside of any room writing stories; it was my way to mentally escape. I tapped into my inner emotional being to push those broken feelings out and sprinkled them inside of fictional characters living chaotic lives.
I enjoyed the feelings of peace and serenity that it brought me to release those hidden burdens. It saddens me though that I had to fictionalize memories that are tainted by a few horrific encounters that I’ve had with sexual abuse and trauma.
My small circle of loved ones are unaware that I’ve been through more than I’ve admitted. There is one painful memory that I never wanted to bring attention to because I felt confused, ashamed, and unsafe.
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