When I was a young tender thang; grown, but still in a developmental stage - my freedom was taken for ..... days and weeks at a time - (over a 5 year span.)

Needless to say, it was the result of reckless living - but when you no longer care - life seemed good living on the brink.

During that time, I was a prime candidate for counseling, for life had bruised me so bad.. that being homeless wasn't frightening at all... "atleast my debt collectors can't find me," was part of my rational.

In the midst of my delima, I dropped the ball on my mental guard and unleashed memories from my dark, painful childhood ; affirming all the bad things, I was taught to "feeeeel" about myself and from there, I had enough rocket fuel, to launch myself, straight into the bowels of hell, ...and wth a smooth landing - I might add.

The End (for now.)

*An iUniverse publication headed your way.

The Lady in the Hood, has opened her Journal,
-Mz. Ella.