The Asylum Confessions (The Asylum Confession Files, #1)

by Jack Steen

I want your story. The one you’ve kept quiet about, the one you've been waiting to tell. The one that needs to be told before you die. Tell me that story and I will make the end easy.”

Was I as sadistic as he said? Did he see the true me or just the me I wanted him to see? Does it matter? This story isn’t about me.

As a kid, I learned to hate the word maybe. Maybe almost always meant no and rarely yes. Maybe meant your parents weren't willing to be kept to a promise.

She was happy with the simple things, embracing life as it came and not seeking fulfillment from material possessions.

An alcoholic never starts with the intention of being addicted. They took one sip. Go through one crisis. Realize things didn’t hurt as much when they drank. All it takes is one step. One step to destroy the perfect life or to create it.

“Your past shapes you, however.” I counter. She nods. “Shapes. But how you turn out, the person you become, that's up to you. Not destined by birth, but rather by circumstance and surroundings.”

We are who we need to be to fit or fulfill a role others have placed upon us.

That's all people really want anyway, to be seen, to know they're worthy and it doesn’t matter if they are children or adults.