Describe your life in an alternate universe.
The last 40 years of my life has been an alternate universe. Battling abusive relationships, a few broken hearts and a lot of depression all while unknowingly battling the inner war for my true identity.
I was born to be somebody. It just wasn’t exactly the somebody my adoptive family needed me to be.
Everything inside of me was broken, seething with lava and hate. I was consumed.
Left for nearly dead, sleeping in the back of my Kia with no heat on below freezing night after night. Shivering with everything in me just to generate enough warmth under my blanket in some shitty podunk town in West Virginia. Listening to him pound on the window while the praying he’d just go away.
That was my alternate universe.