My madness saved me. Growing up in my household, if you weren’t a bit “mad,” you would have gone insane. “Typical American story”; sexual, verbal, mental abuse, along with chronic physical and mental illnesses.
Suicide and seemingly never-ending tragedies were the norm; our family just took it to new levels. My family both saved my life and destroyed me.
In my childlike warrior phase, I was wild and infused with imagination. My inventiveness and imagination freed and safeguarded my childhood.Read more on themighty.com