About Selene

I grew up in the great Pacific Northwest town of Seattle, WA. To dig a little deeper, I grew up in Ballard, right across from Ballard High School. The stereotypical bullied child of a single mother who loved to pass out on wine and prescription painkillers, I didn’t know a lot of the horrible things going on even right in front of me. Some life things happened and I ended up living with my father I hadn’t seen in ten years when I was 16 years old. I actually loved my life during high school (outside of the home, that is) and lived pretty blissfully unaware of how things actually were – again. I had one realization when I was 14 that made me recognize so many things were wrong with my home life. When I graduated high school, I had a similar realization when I was pretty much kicked out a few months after graduation.

Adult life hasn’t been easy and like many in my situation, I struggled with depression and anxiety that went horribly undiagnosed, I believe from the time I was 14 – when those first realizations came to light. As friends and family slowly became less pertinent in my life and less interested in being a part of my life, alcohol became more and more of a “friend” I felt I COULD turn to. I tried over the years to reach out to old friends and reach out to programs and organizations for help. I never felt I had that help given to me. Not the help I really needed. The old friends never seemed to care, some even hung up on me as soon as they realized who was calling, and the programs seemed more interested in maintaining statistics than actually helping me.

Now, at 35 years old, I’m doing well again. One thing that has been helping me, whether or not I’ve known it, over the past 20 years has been my writing. No matter what I was going through, whether or I was homeless or in a home, writing has been a passion I have never lost. My shining voice in the dark. That’s why I wanted to start this blog. I want to have somewhere I can share my stories – as they come to me – over my journey in the last 20 years. It will probably be disorganized. I don’t control when a memory comes to me or where it takes me. I’m hoping that I might be able to reach someone, even a young someone, and let them know they’re not alone. If I only reach one person by doing this, it’s well worth it. Being alone in the dark, feeling lost and uncared for, it a horrible form of a hell and I don’t want anyone to go through that.

If you relate to this, please drop me a message and let me know. Share my stories with your friends and family. I’m trying to keep it anonymous for many reasons but also drop me some of your stories! I would love to hear of your struggles, your successes, your journeys. Thank you.