Six in the Morning

  I kind of fizzled out on that last series of blogs. I was attempting to get to the saga of allowing my Dad’s caregiver to move in for about 3 days, using parallel accounts of my past. However, I became entangled in my past again, and was exhausted in the struggle to free myself . This often happens when I dredge those sad events…

 SO..onward and upward my friends!

I am still immobilized, at this point, from my bedtime meds.  Today  I shall attempt to get my things together, and find a quiet space in my head… See ya…

Author: ST Martin

I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...

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