While I was in I admitted that I needed to make some serious changes in myself, my behavior, and my self-image. After years of trying to cope with some of the more damaging things in my life, such as: being physically, sexually, emotionally, and verbally abused by my alcoholic/drug addict step-father and others; ignored by my drug addict/co-dependent mother; and rejected by my biological father, I didn’t think very highly of myself. In fact, I don’t think I could have hated myself more. I was plagued with of hopelessness, , , worthlessness, despair, and rage throughout most of my childhood and adolescence as well as my entire adult life, thus far. I didn’t have much faith that anything good could come out of my life.

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