I find myself at times, standing at my kitchen window, looking out in deep thoughts, how far I have come in this life, fairly easy compared to the many lonely, horrific nites of my past, and childhood, actually never had a real "childhood", only trying to survive in a "prison setting", tho not behind those real bars, but was liken to a prison world, always so isolated and alone, could not have friends, could not go play with other kids, always work and NO play, that step monster was liken to a gestopo or commandant, always "ordering" us around, like puppets on a string(so to speak). Horrific punishments for the least little "infraction." Tho many years ago, those horrific memories are always present, beyond my control, and those wounds will never heal, which I am forced to live with until my death. Trusting and believing in anyone does not come easy for me, always questioning one's honesty and integrity. Those few that have allowed me to be a part of their world, I am forever grateful!!!
Peace for my soul is trying to help others have a "better and happy life"
