What defines me?

Cancer , A Dozen Kids , Life, Struggle

grayscale photo of man sleeping on a bench

At four am I woke with the need to use the restroom something fierce. My bedroom being the addition the the house and by bathroom inside of the bathroom it can get a bit nipply in there. By the time I get back into bed I am just shivering and freezing. I flip the blankets …

Continue reading

At the young age of 21 I had my fourth child. She was born the most premature out of all of my babies. I was just finalizing my divorce. I was losing my job, my home, everything. You see my ex husband and his family they were team hate Danielle. Sabotage was the name of …

Continue reading

I can’t be anything but defeated right now. I worked so hard so fucking hard to walk away to buy the freedom I had been desperate for for years.  That freedom now feels like a death sentence. I ruined our lives. I am the reason everything is gone. I can’t lay blame anywhere else. We …

Continue reading