My journey through the "hard stuff" in therapy. Most of this was written in 1984-1986. New in substance abuse recovery, new to therapy and in massive pain. I look back a these writings and realize how far I have come. I didn't even know how to wish for the life I have now.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Tears
I was four
(Or maybe two)
I cried
Because Mother left for a luncheon
And I wanted to go too
You were there to take care of me
I cried too long
And you hit me hard
I never forgot
I hardly ever cry anymore
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