I Was Raised by Systems That Couldn’t Hold Me
They didn’t call it abandonment.They called it protection.A better path.A placement.A decision made in my best interest. They took me
This category is about where my real life bumps up against all the crazy stories people told about me. It’s about figuring out who I am when everyone else has already decided. I’ll talk about how hard it’s been navigating all that, and the bigger systems that played a part. It’s just me, trying to be real, living my life amidst all the noise.
They didn’t call it abandonment.They called it protection.A better path.A placement.A decision made in my best interest. They took me
Some people remember childhood like a photo album.Birthday cakes.Laughter.Bike rides.Sunlight through the window. I remember the inside of a cupboard.The
I put on a brave face every time I step into the light. It’s like suiting up in armour you’ve
I’m not some polished narrator. I’m a bloke who’s been dragged through the mud and left wondering who I even
Everyone talks about redemption like it’s a film. Like some big, dramatic scene, you know? A speech you give, a
I spent a long time, too long, living behind a face that wasn’t mine. I didn’t even know I was
She doesn’t know the sound of my voice anymore.Not the real one.Not the one that sings quietly when she’s sleeping.Not
The worst part of me wasn’t the part that failed. It wasn’t even the part that lied.It was the part
There’s a kind of silence no one warns you about.It doesn’t come from trauma.It comes after it. When the headlines
I didn’t have a father.Not really.I had temp roles.Figures.Shadows with voices that sometimes sounded like love and other times sounded