starting to creep into my thoughts this past few days.
And this morning I remembered a lost time, just before my mom remarried. Me, and my best friends/neighbors tommy and nathan. Playing until 9:30 outside during the summer days / nights. The sleep overs. Watching TV. hanging out. Summers. I must have been 4-7 years old then.
Something changed between that time and couple years after my mom remarried. Actually, a few things changed. Nathan moved away. My mom remarried to an evangelist preacher. I joined the church. My cousin started molesting me. And the kids at school started bullying me, teasing me for my glasses and hearing aids.
Before that time, I was careless, happy, and free. This is who I need to recover.
It's a heroes journey, and you are the hero.
-- I must remind myself that sugar is my enemy. I can't control my sugar consumption and sugar makes me mentally unstable. I'm reminding myself (because I forgot again).