Natalie Nichole Silvestri
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We are what we believe we are— C. S. Lewis
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Chapter One: Childhood
We had a big backyard. Three quarters of an acre. The biggest of anyone we knew. Honeysuckle covered the back fence that guarded us from the alley way. There were tall trees and a stone statue. There was a metal pole and swing set. In the back corner was a secret hiding place where I would hide silver ware and different dishes from our kitchen. I made soups out of mud and leaves. I collected acorns and left them out in a bowl for the squirrels.
By Natalie Nichole Silvestri3 years ago in Humans
Today
You simply cannot buy the kind of glee that comes from overcoming extreme hardships. It’s a joy known only by those who have traversed the lands of the dead. A connection that can only be found between those few, special people who know what it is to truly suffer and make it to the other side, heart fully in tact, brighter & stronger.
By Natalie Nichole Silvestri3 years ago in Poets
The Choice To Heal
I come from two long lines of intense trauma. Both my mother and father were born into poverty and raised Catholic by teenage parents. Both sets of my grandparents were also born into poverty and raised Catholic by teenage parents. Does anything more need to be said? Shame and addiction have plagued my Ancestors for God knows how long. Until me.
By Natalie Nichole Silvestri4 years ago in Psyche
