It’s February 28, 2016 and D-Day is when I have started to live and learn, make mistakes and learn from them quickly.
In that God-forsaken house (a term I use to call the home I lived in with my birth family) there was no growth, more battles, crises, and even though the one light (my dog Cutie Pie), I have not looked back since I left.
Family is everything, they say. I don’t. And I don’t believe in living in a place that suppresses me, where personal growth isn’t possible. I have tried. Even with study tools, my grades in high school and college were not the best. I’m out of there now 3 years and my marks are way up there. That says a lot, I think!
I have a cat, adopted from the Toronto Humane Society since July 2015. She makes my days even brighter. I think I may even have another cat. My roommate has a kitten, Angel, and she hangs out with me whenever I’m around. I feed her, comfort her when she needs it (because of the male kitten next door!) Another roommate has a dog that goes by the name Cesar.
Where I’m at now: healing from the past via pets and Imagery Rehearsal. Everyone gets a nightmare now and then and I’m arming myself with positive endings.
Page updated August 12, 2015.