Scarred

I am a work in progress. I have been raised in an environment of temporary stability and I think, until now, I am still coping with that fact. I do not blame anyone. It is not for me to point out what people should do with their lives, and their children's lives. I feel it is my responsibility to make the most of what I have.

What do I have? For sure I don't have much– but I am alive and that is something to be thankful for. I've watched friends wave goodbye too often in my childhood and in my formative years that it has become a habit to tick dates in my calendar to count not the number of days remaining before my next birthday, but the number of weeks before we move again. This constant transfers have a way of alienating people. I grew up confused as to where my hometown is. But that's neither here nor there.

I'm trying to exorcise these thoughts in the hope that little by little I can shed them off my psyche and move on.