From Then, On

“When the kids and I climbed out of our first bout of homelessness, what I call “The Blacks” hit me hard.

And I knew that if I gave in to their sticky, dark, grippimg hands pulling me into the deepest depression imagined that I would fail my children, who were already now at great risk.

Since then, not only have I been “fighting” for our survival in the external realms, but also in the internal realms where the demons haunt because they’ve known my name sunce my freedom had been traded for another’s.

Only now, maybe, is it even possible to let the darkness overtake me and not lose my children to it…maybe I’ll lose myself, but I’ll have to wait and see…”