Sitting at the computer, my mind wanders down a path I once
stumbled. A path I would not ever wish to return to, a path so full of pain and
memories they should stay buried deep in the abyss of my soul forever. I will
tell you about this path – however be forewarned, it is not a happy journey.
My existence began in 1971 and the pain soon followed. When I
was 4 years old my Mom took us away from my Dad. By 1976 I was being molested by
my mother’s new husband and this abuse continued until I left home at age 11.
Life on the streets was far safer than it was at home. The words in this
blog will take you into the life I lived on the streets. You will travel
down the dark path of addiction with me – and maybe once you have finished
reading – maybe you will understand why.
stumbled. A path I would not ever wish to return to, a path so full of pain and
memories they should stay buried deep in the abyss of my soul forever. I will
tell you about this path – however be forewarned, it is not a happy journey.
My existence began in 1971 and the pain soon followed. When I
was 4 years old my Mom took us away from my Dad. By 1976 I was being molested by
my mother’s new husband and this abuse continued until I left home at age 11.
Life on the streets was far safer than it was at home. The words in this
blog will take you into the life I lived on the streets. You will travel
down the dark path of addiction with me – and maybe once you have finished
reading – maybe you will understand why.