Chapter II

Chapter II Michelle His smell was so comforting. His strong arms gently wrapped around her waist. “William, I love you very much,” Michelle softly whispered in his ear. “I love you, too, Baby,” he replied. Michelle laid her head in William’s chest. That is the only place Michelle felt safe and secure. “I want it…

Chapter I In The Beginning

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Still Searching To my lifetime love who is out there living parallel to me. You are the inspiration for this story. You are my parallel. My soul mate. My soul tie. Someday we will reach the end of the love journey and live our lives face-to-face. Until then, let’s never stop looking for each other.

The Damaged – Chapter Four

Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man’s original virtue. It is through disobedience and rebellion that progress has been made. ~ Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900), The Soul of Man Under Socialism CHAPTER FOUR The Ward The gray walls are depressing. I’m already depressed and those walls don’t make it…

The Damaged – Chapter Two

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for. ~ Dag Hammarskjold (1905 – 1961) CHAPTER TWO Silent Nightmare – March 1987 The only people who know I have been committed to the psych ward are my estranged husband,  commanding officer, executive officer, and my former…

The Damaged – Introduction

Introduction It’s a scary place, the 5th floor of a Naval Hospital. That’s the place where the damaged are housed. Those whose broken pieces are shattered over many years, some pieces lost forever. White, Black, Latino, Asian, European, male, female, heterosexual, homosexual, or transgender, it didn’t matter. We were all pulled apart by the poisonous…

The Damaged – We’re All Broken

The Damaged – We’re All Broken We’re all broken, damaged to some extent. Children are born innocent and whole. They love without conditions and give without expectation. They are broken by their parents’, or guardians’, brokenness who were broken by their parents or guardians. It’s a vicious cycle. No one knows where it really began….

The Damaged

It’s a scary place, the 5th floor of a Naval Hospital. That’s the place where the damaged are housed. Those whose broken pieces are shattered over many years, some pieces lost forever. White, Black, Latino, Asian, European, male, female, heterosexual, homosexual, or transgendered, it didn’t matter. We were all pulled apart by the poisonous claws…