Childhood Sexual Abuse and Mental Illness (Trigger Warning)

Lift the Stigma

At age two, I lost my Mother, a Corporal in the United States Army to suicide. I’ve used this tragic loss to educate others through my writing, advocacy and public speaking so I can lift the stigma associated with mental illness today, tomorrow, and in the future.

After my Mother’s untimely death, I was placed in foster care after enduring years of abuse from my father. The feeling of knowing your own Father violated you never goes away. It follows you. You can never wash away the shame, the filth, or the memories but you can choose to rise above it and be an advocate for the voiceless.

During a three year long custody battle between my maternal Grandparents and Father, the court’s struck down the opportunity for me to testify on my behalf. I was too young but that didn’t stop my then 8 year old half brother from…

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Nightmares Can Be Fun Too

Might be NSFW

Soft breasts greet me
in lieu of the moon.
Pert nipples,
the ever foreboding life force,
brush my cheek, stifling
my breath. Smooth skin rubs
against me as
I hear that ever melodious giggle. Reverberating against
my ears and down my spine;
Amid my thighs.
My hands reach for her,
wanting to feel every
inch. Tips trail her
Back and thighs and
she shivers, vibrations
racking my body. My hand slips
between us; between
her thighs. She cries,
pushing herself down, onto
me. Round hips roll against me,
increasing speed to a
faster end. Soft and pink,
she slicks my fingers.
A stream of moans escape
her lips. And I flip; she rests
on her back, my head
nestled between those
glorious thighs. My tongue
stroking her, eliciting heavier
sounds of pleasure. Her
moan is angelic and
if it’s the last thing I
hear I know I’ll die happy. Those fantastical thighs wrap
around my neck. Pulling me closer, tightening when I increase pace, my tongue circling her. My hands
glide up her sides,
moving for the perky breast.
With each massage she moans
louder, encouraging me.
She doesn’t hold back and when she finishes, I stay between her,
not ready to let her go. But,
she pulls and tugs until
I see her face. A menacing grin
too wide for her head
greets me. A long forked
tongue snakes from between
her lips. I can’t gasp before it
chokes me. Her eyes still smiling she continues with my
suffocation until she vanishes
and I awake in hell.

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It’s 0:50

It’s late..

I’m awake..

Why not draw weird things in the dark??

Best way to occupy my time and entertain myself haha

Details can wait until daylight..i want to make a fish

Self portrait; 1.

Had fun making this..i don’t think I’m done, but I like it.. It’s not a very good picture but meh

Self portrait with spray paint and some acrylic..i used cotton swabs to paint with

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Sleepless

Maybe two thirds of 750
wasn’t my best move.
Maybe a bottle while I waited
to move shouldn’t have been
consumed, but damn if
it didn’t feel good.

There it was, numbing the senses;
dying the extremities red,
coloring the skin.
The dead lips that kiss the inevitable.
Skin peals away from the
ignorance of a stain.

Bullseye Fun

I’m going to start trying to paint with paint balls again. That way I can better my aim and make art while having fun shooting stuff!! Yay!!

Bright side to having a slingshot

Hidden

Can you see the face?? I took this back in March and never actually looked at it until today. The tan colored part of the plant looks like a tiny man with a face of “The Screamer”..you know if his mouth were closed..