Someone once inquired about my earliest childhood memory. In that moment, my mind became a viewfinder, clicking reels of vivid images. My brain immersed in scenes changing rapidly before my eyes; some were whimsical fairy-tales, while others were shrouded in darkness.
I can still feel the butterflies taking flight in my tummy when I experienced my first kiss. On the contrary, I can still feel the cold steel as it pierced my vein for the first time in an effort to numb the pain I had endured.
Along that hallway of despair, somewhere between the darkness and the light, I lost my way. I suppressed emotions with quick-fixes and thrived on debauchery.
That radiant girl bursting with enthusiasm for life became the ghosts of her memories past. A shell of existence longing for more…