one can choose a dress from an apparel store, their best-loved dish at a restaurant and can build a dream house of their choice, but one cannot choose the family they are born into. yet why is it they still can't abandon them?
This book is about different types of people. I get into the psychological aspects of these people and why they make certain decisions. The reader may find that some people relate to themselves thereby allowing me to get personal with my readers.
Do you recognize the value of the life you life, if you can live it to the fullest? If your life crumbles beneath your feet, what will you do? If you have to let everything go, where will you be left?
A bitter fight against oneself, when you're your own worst enemy, there's not much left to do but wait until you lose your struggle or surrender, battered and beaten. If there's nothing to fight for, is there any worth in trying?
To all who suffer, to all who doubt and fear, who brave their struggles, day by day, do not despair. Hold onto seeking the meaning behind, and maybe you may find a little comfort in these words about my own way out of hell
This is a letter I wrote to myself the day I realized that it was now too late to make right a wrong that occurred nearly 20 years ago. More importantly this is a letter I wrote to remind myself of my friend who I lost so long ago-a friend who meant the world to me and only now do I realize it.
"I fell in love with a dream, and as such, the dream fell in love with me."
Blood is thicker than water. More accurately, the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. I found this out to be the truth when I chose my family - dysfunctional as it was. I never thought my life would become a drama, but it did overnight, or maybe it was a long time coming. But it makes sense that a dysfunctional person finds a dysfunctional family. You just don't realize how far you've all fallen until it's too late and you can't claw your way out. Maybe this book is a way of sorting it all out for myself. Take everything with a grain of salt. This is as much a memoir as it is a glimpse of my daydreams, as much a confession as it is a piece of fiction. And since every story starts with a name, you can call me Autumn.