I look back at all of this as a twisted blessing. Each incident added another brick to my wall. I see pain,
Looking back, my extreme self-absorption shielded me from a world of pain. I’m selfish. Because I struggle to connect with the outside world, my own interior
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Family also leaves an imprint that is difficult to erase. My mom is the second youngest of nine–seven siblings she speaks
My family has a thing for knives. It all started when my Aunt chased her sister down the street with a butcher’s knife, a natural reaction to newspaper theft. Her third grade teacher sent her home with a newspaper with a bizarre medical story she