Isn’t it ironic?
Where ever you go, there you are. Clean Slate lays to rest some of the myths surrounding identity changes. No glamorous relocations here, just the real world problems you would face if you really did change your identity and start over.
What’s in a name?
It was hard to write a post for today, since the word prompted memories I’d rather replace. It’s not enjoyable, in fact, it rather sucks; but the truth beacons to be free from the depths where it’s been hiding deep inside of me.
Life imitates art and life isn’t always pretty. I don’t get to take too much credit for creativity on this one; the beginning a terrible memory and the end an all too real possibility.
I remember this girl; Fearless, Powerful, Strong. The girl from my youth that I always wished I could tap into. The me before I knew pain and sorrow. The me before I was knocked down and made to lower my head before others. She is no longer a distant memory. But don’t be mistaken. I […]