On rebuilding yourself, rock by rock
by
Sublime Birdy
- 9:44 PM
And just like that I realized he was crazy, and although at that young age I didn't have words for what he was now I would label him alcoholic, mentally ill and violently tempered, unstable. So, because of him, this man I called father, I grew up in a house without any joy, lots of stress and fear. Without foundation I entered young adulthood, I left my childhood home raw and ragged and felt as if I had fought in a war.
