Impacted By Trauma

Well, there was, of course, the Immaculate Conception, in which I easily could’ve been wiped off my mom’s back like my fellow comrades who would’ve been even more of a wreck than myself. But after I was conceived, that was truly when the storm started brewing. 

My early years… well, they must’ve been less ideal than I care to remember, because I honestly remember very little of my “true” childhood, in which I believe it to be quite arbitrary to assign a random number to adulthood, especially as I’m 30-years-old now, and I only just feel I’ve left the childhood era. 

I have this innate sense to believe my younger years may have been as traumatic as even my two younger siblings, and perhaps, the abuse I suffered was worse— to keep my brain in near-total denial. Well, the messed up man is now pushing to become the next best-seller.