2001: teen pilgrimage


A year.

A defining year that was still one of the more normal in my childhood. I remember this year well, it is the border of childhood and self-awareness of the adult one beyond.

I was fostered, considered suicide by starvation, locked up in a police car and then held down by nurses as they shoved a needle in me to calm me. That was 2000.

But 2001.

new guy

I was scared a lot in 2001. The fear was about something more than reaction to the world around me. It was reflection, a fear to be normal while also hating the changes that would inevitably happen.

Year 6. The year I learned I was a survivor but one who couldn’t quite cope with normalcy.

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