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20. The Day I lost A Day

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What’s the longest you’ve ever slept at once? 12 hours? 16 hours? Was it because you were sick, or drugged out of your mind? When I was 12, I slept for 22 hours once. I’m not bragging, I promise. It was during my mom’s first episode of schizophrenia. I touched briefly on Episode 1 before, with post #11. That took place prior to this. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. So, to give some context, I hadn’t been eating for over a week and a half. My mom was pretty bad by this point. She would go … Continue reading 20. The Day I lost A Day

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16. Richard

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Let’s be honest, his name isn’t Richard. (Does anyone know a Richard anymore, anyways? I certainly don’t… Then again, I don’t get out much) I’m calling him Richard ’cause he was a dick. He used to beat my mom, break her valuables when they argued, and I was “disciplined” for things. It’s an odd sensation, being an 8 year old child and knowing you’re being abused, plain and simple. Knowing and watching your mom fear for her own safety when an argument gets out of hand. I’ve seen her and him dance around a table as he’s trying to get … Continue reading 16. Richard

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15. I Hate Peanut Butter

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Don’t stab me, I have my reasons. I used to like peanut butter. I also want you to know that this is a completely random topic I wanted to write about after my reflection #1. It’s 8AM and I’m hungry, so maybe that’s why I’m thinking about food. Anyways, peanut butter. When I was 6 or 7, my mom and I went on a road trip to Missouri to visit my grandparents. The catch was that we went with our neighbors. There was the mom, and the daughter, who was a couple years younger than me. So, the four of … Continue reading 15. I Hate Peanut Butter

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11. The Surf-shop and Cauldron

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We’re going to go over one of my least favorite, but more important experiences with my mom. Keep in mind, I was about 11 at the time. It was summer. And I was absolutely terrified and unafraid in the same day. You see, my mom was a paranoid schizophrenic with a long history of requiring medication in order for her to function. Those meds also had side effects, which included a lot of counteractive medication. Meds for her meds, if you will. Long story short, she stopped taking the medication, and began acting erratically, oddly, and making weird comments about … Continue reading 11. The Surf-shop and Cauldron

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3. The Day My Mom Died

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When my mom died, I was indifferent. I was in foster care at the time from events my mom orchestrated (Another post for that story). My eldest brother (nicknamed Max) came by the day after she was found dead. I remember being half asleep and my foster mom was so upset at the news that I didn’t have time to use the restroom when I woke up. All I could think about when he told me was how badly I had to pee and all I could say was “That sucks.” It wasn’t something I really felt invested in. My … Continue reading 3. The Day My Mom Died