Life unfolded for me like a wadded piece of important paper—always trying to straighten it out, but the wrinkles are evident—shaped by the juxtaposition of a devout Christian mother grappling with Bipolar disorder and a morally impaired narcissistic father.
Oh, the tales I can tell. But most importantly, it’s the reason for my spiritual journey. I had to leave religion to find God or else accept the notion that if there is a God, he doesn’t like me very much.
The stories are coated with humor—a survivor of chaos, but fortunately for you, copes through comedy.