I have no idea how to begin my story. All I know is that it is far from over.
My story isn’t an inspiration and my life is not courageous.
I just existed the best I could.
It was only recently that I even grew to know my memories are real.
I know now that I am not crazy. I did not invent my pain; however, most people who meet me will always believe otherwise.
I don’t need anyone else to tell me who I am now.
I once heard, "you cannot escape a prison if you can't see the bars".... I now see the social constructions that have shaped my life and will do my best to dismantle them.
This is me- deconstructing the contamination of innocence.