My Papa

Growing up as I did, I was a fearful child. To me, the world, my world, was a frightening place. I inhabited a space where the people who should have protected, loved, and advocated for me failed to do so. As such, it seemed all to plausible that people who had no such perceived obligation to me could and would take any opportunity to harm me. My nerves were a wreck, and it seemed I was in a habitual state of crisis. There was very little chance for me to have the ability to "just be." Read more...