Throwing a ball over the home plate requires a center point and guided maneuver from the person throwing the laced leather object.
This blog is my guided maneuver to throw my life across an internet home plate, just as my childhood is my centering point. The accompanied photo, (Mother in the background and little brother in front) will provide proof that there was a childhood and by all accounts, happiness was always free flowing and easy.
So, I shall not dwell in a negative history where I claim to have been beaten, drugged or mentally abused...But, on the contrary, my world was dysfunctional & functional resulting in awesome "family" stories and experiences that could be relatable, but not designed or manipulated for the sake of this entry.
Simply put, I have issues, but I won't be blaming any family members because of them. The results of my personal psychotic behavior is all mine. I have always tried to observe and learn and somewhere in that process I have experienced good as well as crap, but I am accountable for all.
Why talk about any of this? Just viewing the past to understand the future...And so it is as I move on with the moments of today...Beginning again.
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