Liz7803's Journal

I am very tired right now. We had a burglary at our home yesterday, and I only slept 3 hours last night. My husband was out sailing, and I took my 4 year old to a park with my girlfriend and her kids. The thief broke in through a bathroom window and only took my jewelry. He didn't take any other items or search the home. I am realy glad that I was gone and that neither my son nor I were put in harms way.

I am trying to work through alot of my childhood issues, and strangely enough, when I am very tired, it seems to be easier to look at them. I guess I just don't have enough energy right now to maintain any masks, or summon the overwhelming rage and anger that the thought of some of these things from my past provokes. I am trying to look at the past through the emotional eyes of the child who experienced them, the good  as well as the bad.

Potrero Heights

When I was four, we moved to a very small suburb of Los Angeles. It was very rural, and there were cows with calves on the other side of the barb wire fence from our back yard. I liked to dig in the dirt in the back yard while my mother hung up clothes on the clothes line. One day she let me bury a silver and turquoise broach she had, because I was playing pirates and needed a treasure to bury.