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    The good, bad , and ugly parts's memory board

    I want you to take this journey with me, and I need to be able to talk about it. If I move my story here, you can help facilitate. I will still be keeping the daily stuff separate, so if you want to still look at that timeline, you can. I feel like this is how I'm remembering it now- from the beginning. I might jump ahead but will change the year if something significant comes back to me.

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    4 Nov 1984My mom at 8- the same age I gave up

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I was born at 11:03 am on November, 4th 1984. I remember the time because I would spend my life hearing how my lazy ass mom missed general hospital to give birth to me. It became just the first example of a child being blamed for a life they didn't ask for or create and being told I wasn't worth going out of the way for. My life started exciting and chaotic and as you know wouldn't stop before ng that way for a long time. It actually just now hit me that I wonder if it impacted my failure to ever bond with my mom. I mean, aside from the fact that she is a selfish nutjob. That day there happened to be an influx of births at the hospital, and there was another female baby born at the exact same time in the room next door. At that time, babies went right to the nursery after birth before the mom spent time with them. Two babies, we're placed in the nursery at the same time, and the bands were switched. For over the first 24hrs of my life, I was breastfeeding and held by another woman. Mixed babies tend to be light at birth and, after about 24 hours, start to develop color around the nailbeds and then spreads. At 24 hours, the baby with my mom wasn't turning brown, and my dad began to accuse my mom of an affair. This fight lead the hospital to question, DNA test, and figure out the mixup. I always wondered if my life would have been better or worse had it not been found out. I also spent my life being told when I did something wrong that the hospital must have had it right the first time, I wasn't their child, and if I was, they wish the mixup would not have been discovered. I often hoped deep down they weren't my parents as well.

    26 Jun 1986

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I saw a therapist last year that tried to get me to talk about my trauma by asking what the first memory I have was. I of course wouldn't have answered or talked about it if I did remember, but it has bothered me since that I didn't remember anything really as a first memory. I remembered this week what it is and I guess I'm realizing how much I blocked out now that it’s coming back. My first real memory must have been 2 or three and was on my mom's bed trying to get her attention. I kicked her headboard and a glass clock within a glass case with a rose fell over and broke. My mom shook me and yelled at me and told me I was possessed by the devil and not her child. It was an accident. But my mom has never not been selfish. That was when she stopped putting me to bed and I would stay up in the dark scared and looking for somewhere to sleep. This got me thinking that I don’t remember ever being comforted or feeling safe and it was never ok with me. I never went to my mom for comfort again after that day.

    4 Sep 1992

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I want to talk about a memory that came up in session a few weeks ago. I don’t remember what we were talking about, but I disassociated pretty bad. It was the first time I had a flashback that was intense because I felt the feelings instead of just the panic.

    12 Jun 2021Portland, OR, United States

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce Everything was already hard, but she left me right when it all got worse. I didn’t have a bed and wanted to feel my grandma so I took the two pull-out sofas out of the playroom and slept on them until they fell apart. I remember sleeping without nightmares until they stopped smelling like her house. The only thing I have left of her is her favorite lane coffee table and my teddy bear she brought to the hospital when I was born. They are some of my most treasured possessions. She is who started my love for mid-century. And why I design mid-century reproduction furniture. She was the only person who didn’t treat me differently because I could never be quiet about stuff that wasn’t right. She and my nana downstairs would read me that book and I miss them both.

    21 Jun 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce Everytime my dad threatened to kill me with a gun, it wasn't that I was scared of dying. It caused flashbacks of watching the neighbor look at me and be such a messed up adult in my life that they would make me watch their brains splatter on the wall behind him. Sometimes work events trigger the smell and I throw up. My friend Lee Beedle was my best friend from kindergarten through high school. He was the guy I was supposed to marry if not married at 30. One day we were coming home from school and thought his dad had just gotten home from work we ran up to his big black truck and excitedly threw open the door to ask him to play basketball with us. When we opened the car door, his dad fell out on top of us dead. He had a heart attack in the driveway justike Travs uncle. From that day forward it was us against the world. We had angry outburst at school. One time the teacher made fun of me for not having a family project done because my dad came home too drunk to help. I broke down and Lee threw chair through the classroom window, grabbed me and we left. Prior to that I kept trying to find happiness and love anywhere. That day I gave up for the first time. I had no place to belong in the world and never would. My mom decided to punish my behavior by leaving me at sports practices for hours to make me wonder if she was ever coming back. I didn't want people to feel sorry for me so I would hide until everyone left and then wait scared for ever in the dark hoping she would show up. If I walked my dad would tell at my mom and she would hate me more.

    4 Jul 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce Lately I’ve been having memories of all the sexual abuse. It's not super bothersome except I still don't remember much more than the people. The picture of me is with my best friend I have known since birth and my brother used to assault her also. The officer Dan goes by Gunney and spent my life telling me he couldn’t wait for me to turn 18 so he could marry me. He didn’t make me just strip, he made me work in a private club where guys or couples paid to watch me dance privately in a room most of the time in the middle of the night and it was disgusting. My dad had a bar in the basement and it had a bathroom next to it, but I remember one of his gross friends when I was five. He would be in the bar and I would hear him coming up the steps and I would be five trying to hide behind my kitchen set because he would come find me after. Last year in Arizona I was in downtown Phoenix walking back from getting sushi and didn’t notice two guys follow me back to the hotel. It was empty because it was the beginning of covid and they pushed in my room behind me. I wasn’t actually raped because they were younger I think they were scared, but it was scary and they left marks on my body. The cops were nice, but said that they had been told they were not really supposed to calls because of covid. They said basically Phoenix had become lawless and they would look for them, but I was out of luck. What sucked the most was just being told like always people can do whatever they want to me and I’m out of luck. The memories of my brother bother me the most because I don’t have clear memories yet and I want to know what happened.

    The other day I walked into a store and for the first time since I was eight, I smelled my nana upstairs. The store smelled exactly like her house and it gave me the warmest feeling I’ve felt in a long time. It was the first time I understood what you mean when you ask me where I feel an emotion and the first time In a long time o could tell what t...

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce12 Jul 2021

    at all. When my grandma died she said I would never understand what she was going though because, she had the best mom ever ". I won't ever know that feeling.

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce27 Jul 2021

    My dad tried. He would take us places on the weekends, he would teach me things and then every night he would go crazy and most mornings I would forgive him because he would wake me up, make me breakfast and take me to school. He would go on field trips and he would brush my hair every morning. All while she laid in bed and slept. After school She...

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce28 Jul 2021

    Meanwhile she sits and feel sorry for herself because she was the rich white girl who went dated a black guy to make her parents mad and got stuck in her own nightmare.

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce29 Jul 2021
    30 Jul 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I woke up with insomnia tonight and the feeling I may have had a nightmare , but I don’t remember what it was about of if it’s the case. I have nightmares about events that have happened replaying, but a recurrent nightmare I have is that something happens as and adult or young adult and I’m forced to return to live at my parents home. It is the worst, darkest and scariest feeling that I’m going back to be trapped in that house. In the darkness and abuse without hope. Many nightmares end with me running barefoot in the middle of the night in the rain with nowhere to go. Cold, tired, wet and scared like when my dad would beat me and kick me out of the house as a young teenager. Sometimes it’s just a dark replay of all the death I’ve seen starting with the neighbors suicide at 7 or 8. Sometimes it’s just the darkness, shadows and paralyzing fear of it never ending.

    You asked me today why my it is easier to forgive my Dad. It's easier because his alcoholism made sense. The mornings were safe and evenings and nights were not. He was predictable and at least that made sense. My mom was an upredictable mess without what seemed like any reason or pattern. She was selfish and my dad was miserable but generous. He...

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce1 Aug 2021
    6 Aug 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I have been thinking a lot this week about my mom and our history. I sent her a message telling her that I’m sorry I hurt her feelings and that I meant to say that it hurt my feelings that she was trying to make me mad at Robin because her relationship is important to me. Not because I'm actually sorry. I'm not sorry. I should get to tell her how she has and continues to hurt me. At least with my dad the pain has stopped. I only told her I was sorry because I want peace and I realize that she is more selfish and miserable than she ever was, yet I except more from her because I've managed to get to a point where I believe I'm worthy of feelings and expressing them appropriately. She's selfish and she only wants to be a mom when people are willing to join her in her misery and I'm not willing to make that trade anymore. There is no more healing to be done with her and we will never process. She wants to go to her grave in denial and I will let her because I'm tired of her hurting me. She has always done this. Even my dad used to feel bad about how she would treat me and would make me spend summers in bars and strip clubs with him while he worked so she didn't go crazy. I also just realized recently that he would take me with him to cheat on my mom. I didn't really do anything except refuse to stay silent while she dis nothing. She doesn't like strong people.

    10 Aug 20215830 Bird Song Way

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce My mom used to get mad and put me in the car and drive me down the street to the river. She would slowly start driving in and saying she was going to kill me. I think it scared me because she wanted to die and I knew it. The first couple of times it would scare me, but the river became my spot. I felt like at some point I would die anyways and the water would be a way to go. Like it was always waiting to take me out of my misery. I would wake up in the morning as a young kid and go dig up worms and walk to the river to fish all day. It’s one of the reasons my favorite time of day is from 4-8am. When I was an expert I taught myself to fly fish. In fifth grade I met my friend Brianna and she lived closer to the river than me I didn’t go home for a whole summer. She was my first friend who’s family knew about mine and her parents looked out for me for years. And then she feel in love with me and I didn’t understand homosexuality at that point. I pushed her away and we just reconnected a few years ago. When she realized I liked the river she started driving full speed into telephone poles until I would turn the wheel.

    11 Aug 20217915 SE Lake Rd

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce Travis and the nanny sent me videos of dance class yesterday and it triggered a memory. Bethany used to disassociate all day for years. She would walk around in circles in a rhythmic pattern waving her hands and moving her fingers. I didn't know what she was doing at the time and it scared me because I thought she was mentally disabled. The rest of my family used to laugh and think it was funny. I didn't like it. I started babysitting and begged my mom to take the money and put her in dance to see if that would help. It did and she stopped. She ended up traveling the world dancing and still does. She has been a Jefferson and Blazer dancer and danced through college. She is still part of a dance company and performs regularly. I feel like I gave her that.

    11 Aug 20217915 SE Lake Rd

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce Travis and the nanny sent me videos of dance class yesterday and it triggered a memory. Bethany used to disassociate all day for years. She would walk around in circles in a rhythmic pattern waving her hands and moving her fingers. I didn't know what she was doing at the time and it scared me because I thought she was mentally disabled. The rest of my family used to laugh and think it was funny. I didn't like it. I started babysitting and begged my mom to take the money and put her in dance to see if that would help. It did and she stopped. She ended up traveling the world dancing and still does. She has been a Jefferson and Blazer dancer and danced through college. She is still part of a dance company and performs regularly. I feel like I gave her that. I never really liked dance, but I started doing it for her so we could do it together. I did gall in love with baton and we spent years doing parades, shows and local news stuff together. It was also how we met the missionaries that my mom sold me to.

    14 Aug 2021Venice Beach

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I want to talk about a memory that came up this weekend about my mom. It was the the only good memory I have with her and it was nice.

    16 Aug 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce The part that was present today I feel like I've realized lately is a teenage part like 14 ish. It was when I remember it becoming really hard to survive again. I took a chance with trusting again around this time and I tried to get help from a therapist. I loved this therapist and one day she sent CPS to my house and then abandoned me. This was the first time I dRemember being raped. I felt dead. I realized that it wasn't worth fighting anymore. I had no value, would never really be loved or whole and fighting it any longer was too much. I got the message life had been sending me for 14 years. After that my boyfriend and I decided to commit suicide the same day. I got scared it wouldn't work and didn't do it but he ended up in the hospital getting his stomach pumped. His name was Scott, he was emotionally abusive and controlling, but we dated off and on most of high school. This was also around the time I stopped eating for the first time for a significant period of time. I also began cutting. I lost a lot of friends over him. My sister Andrea was the target of my parents anger around this time and she was the first one to be sent away. She got sent to Oaklahoma to live with my mom's brother. After she told everything and got my dad arrested. I remember being told that the next person who shared any of our business or talked to another adult about anything unless it was answering a question would die. Then he lined us up loaded a gun, pointed it in our faces and asked who it would be. I remember thinking what an idiot he was because there was not one person who wanted to listen, cared if I lived or could help me even if I could talk. It was the first time I felt hopeless. My grades went downhill I quit basketball and skipped school. Things just got worse.

    31 Aug 2021Medford, OR, United States

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I want to tell you what happened in Medford.. I’m not ready to tell you about the experience but I am ready to tell you about my experience that day. I don’t really know what happened, but the night before I had a meltdown. Julian was trying to be there for me and I hung up. It was the scariest and darkest feeling I’ve ever experienced and I couldn’t take anymore. I was tired of everything. Too much stuff had happened and too much stuff was coming up. When I get suicidal it’s because I feel overwhelmed with feelings and thoughts and I don’t know what to do with them. I want someone to talk to but can’t. I feel scared and alone and it feels like too much to handle. That day I couldn’t fight it and I didn’t care anymore I was sure I was going to do it and I didn’t care for once if the people in my life knew. I knew nobody would care enough to do anything. It felt like all the people who ever cared about me were gone and no one else ever would. I didn’t think anyone would care if I was gone and I would be doing my kids and Travis a favor in the long run. I smoked a bunch of weed, and took a bunch of Benadryl and some Xanax. Julian knows where I stay because there is only one hotel in Medford anyone stays at. She had asked me the night before during my meltdown if she needed to come down. She sent a welfare check and it threw me over the edge the night before. I had started taking stuff the night before and don’t remember passing out. I woke up angrier at the world than I had ever been in my life. For a second I felt like I wanted my mom which made me more mad. When everything kicked in I was so tired but couldn’t sleep or calm down I was just more scared angry and anxious and too drugged up to move or do anything . At that point I wasn’t even convinced I was going to die and all the scary what if I don’t but am messed up thoughts crossed my mind. I don’t know what happened next really but I remember not being able to move my arms or legs or talk even though I wanted to. I think I started to hallucinate because all I saw was Mark falling apart because I was dead. I could see his pain and feel it and all I wanted was to take it away and I couldn’t . I was more trapped inside my body and thought than I have ever been. I saw my great grandma and all the pain and I wanted to live because I saw Mark and it felt so real that his pain was worse than anything I had ever experienced.

    Melissa Carolyn B. I'm having a hard time finishing this because I'm really focused on trying to hold it together this week. Having a bad time with thoughts an...
    18 Sep 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I think I was triggered by the pen thing because I was already having a flashback and it made me realize that I think I used to disassociate when I was younger. The same thing would happen where I can’t really respond or bring myself back. Except then I would go to the playroom at my grandmas where it was safe. My mom wouldn’t know what was going on and it was always at bad times so she would say I was possessed by the devil. She would bring her church friends by to try and confirm. Someone would always wave something in my face or tell me to follow something and I was always scared when I came back. When it stopped working my mom started just dragging me to a cold shower with my clothes on by my hair.

    3 Oct 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce When I look at these things and think about what I've accomplished and done in my life, it doesn't feel like me sometimes. Like the adult who accomplished these things does it so easily and on autopilot. Like I don't really know this part and I want to. I think I spend my life chasing accomplishments to feel normal and to try to be proud of myself, but I don't know what that feels like. Lately with all the trauma memories coming back I think that its crazy that I've managed this life, but I can't enjoy it because it feels like I don't deserve it. I honestly shut the trauma out for so long I didn't think my life was that bad. I don't understand why this adult successful part can't take over more in my personal life. It feels kinda the same as the feeling of not thinking I could be loved. Everyday I'm waiting for the traumatized child parts to take over and destroy my life. I've always looked at my life as temporary, like at some point I will mess it up or the world will find out what I came from or who I really am. No matter what I accomplish now it just feels expected from people and I don't know if I can continue to live up to everyones expectations. I honestly don't want to work so hard right now. I want to be happy and loved and known, and be able to consistently love the people in my life. The closer I get, the scarier it gets, and the people that used to treat me like I was perfect now actually are starting to know me as I'm able to be vulnerable and tell my story, and I can't reconcile them knowing the old and the new me. I used to think I was on a mission to make my parents proud, and now I realize I care very little about that and want to make myself and my kids, and Travis proud. And maybe the people like Robin and Julian.

    6 Oct 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce Friday is my brother Matt's birthday and I've been thinking about him this week. I did not start to remember the bad things until a few years ago and I still don’t don’t fully or actually. The only thing I know is he haunts my nightmares sometimes, is the cause of weird flashbacks and makes it so sometimes I can’t be intimate with my husband. I didn't hate my bother until about nine years ago. When I was 18-20 my brother was my best friend. He was a truck driver and I managed his finances, paid his bills and took care of his apartment while he was gone. When he was home we would hang out. Nothing happened during that time. We drifted apart when I got married and I stated to feel weird around him for no reason. He was in my wedding. A few years later he married a stripper with two kids and at the height of my infertility depression they had Mia. His wife smoked and drank her whole pregnancy and I was disgusted. I hated her anyways because her older daughter has severe fetal alcohol syndrome. They drank and partied and I raised Mia until she was almost two. I didn’t really like him during this time, but I loved Mia. I continued to feel weird around him and their choices so I took Mia home one day and stopped talking to him. I would still see him sometimes at holidays and parties and was ok with that. Loosing Mia was really hard. Then Bethany and Katie and I stated to talk and have memories and his wife would call me in the middle of the night crying about gross stuff, her older daughter With the fetal alcohol syndrome started telling school he tickled her too hard or weird stuff. I would no longer be at anything he was, he doesn’t know where I live and has never really been around my kids. But sometimes like this week I feel wrong for remembering the times before I remembered when we were friends.

    7 Oct 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce When I get stuck in disassociation like in session it’s usually because something triggers the memory of the shooting when I was 8. Thinking about my miscarriage made me think of the Town Center Shooting and then then Bernie and then the shooting. It’s awful.

    9 Oct 20215830 Bird Song Way

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce It’s 2am and I’m up from nightmares. I hate it.

    9 Oct 2021Southeast Arista Drive

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce This has been hard. I decided that you were right, I wouldn’t send a child into that home alone. But I am an adult and I’m tired of loosing that. I took Hattie because my kids override everything. I needed to take a break and have to go back.

    I feel like I don’t know myself so I’m going to talk about what I do know: About me: I love the color orange I love music, it speaks to me I love reading I love the ocean I love sports, any and all sports. I hate food, but love to cook and grew up cooking with my grandma and dad and in kitchens of restaurants and bars. My favorite mo...

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce21 Oct 2021
    23 Oct 2021637 Pennsylvania Ave SE

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I want to talk about my issues with food and eating. I wish I could just talk it would be so much easier. Black families place so much significance on food. Sunday dinner and breakfast are a huge deal and my grandma always said it was how they expressed their love. My dad didn't deny us food and there was food in the house but we were to scared of him to eat most days and he was so drunk by dinner you were to scaed to enjoy food. On Sundays he would be in the kitchen all day and we would be scared to ask for something to eat. He cooked extravagant meals and lectured us on how lucky we were. If feeding your kids is the standard for parenting I want giving them any medals. When I would eat I would be so stressed my stomach hurt. Everything we did was wrong and it wasnt worth it.

    24 Oct 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I just died. It was the scariest most amazing feeling I've ever felt. When I found my eight year old I couldn't breathe and started crying out for Travis I felt his hand but it felt huge like I could crawl into it. I did. When I could breathe again I saw lights and heard fireworks and everything started spinning into a world of color, my body was gone and all I had were teeth and then they were gone and I was nothing. It felt amazing. I was color and light and sound. I need help to understand it.

    24 Oct 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I have seen and felt things I never thought possible and I wish I could describe them to you, but I will never be able to. What I can say is that I'm loved, and I love people in my life. I didn't see my grandma and I'm chasing my five year old and I'm dosing again to find her. It's weird though everytime I leave her she's with you. She trusts you. I have dosed about 3x today. I realized that you have provided the first safe feeling for my 5-8 year old parts. They trust you like they don't even trust me right now. I held onto my grandma for so long because I thought she was my only connection to love. She won't come to me on these trips to show me I have others. I saw elephants in African Mandela patterns and what I knew to be my African ancestors a strong female presence and I saw dolphins. I felt a warm bright hug that felt powerful. They talked to me about my mom and being “motherless” and said that it's okay and it's how it was meant to be to make me strong. Except I wasnt sad or alone feeling- I felt like I had many people wrapping me in color and warmth. I thought it would be a darker experience, but it wasn't. It was a world of peace and happiness created for me as a place to feel light for the first time in my life. To feel weightless and pain and fear-free. Here are my take aways I am worthy I am loved I am safe I have lived some things that many could never imagine and I survived. I deserve to live. I deserve joy Sadness isn't infinite I thought I've been alone in the darkness and for a long time there has been people with me that I refuse to accept because I have believed I was worthy of love. Psychadelics hold the power to healing and are 100% part of my journey. I thought Stella changed my life, but the power that dmt has makes me feel sorry for people who don't have access. Travis has literally broke the law and moved mountains to try to help me. I love him. At one point I thought I was going to die. I saw black and red skull patterns and I had chest pain. It felt like I was being split open and then I felt lighter than I ever had. The spirits were telling me I don't ever breathe except in short shallow breaths and I'm killing myself. I felt underwater, but I could breathe, everything was warm and wet and dark but I wasnt scared. I realized I have been to heck and back and there is no fear scarier than what I have been through. It could never be worse and that can be a safe feeling. I died somewhere between 5 and 8 and have been partially dead ever since. When the neighbor pulled the trigger on the gun in front of me and I felt his warm blood on my face, when I was alone tied in a careseat in front of a bar, or when my dad had a gun in my face. When his bar friends came over and I had to hide in my room behind my kitchen set hoping they wouldn't open the door.

    28 Oct 20215830 Bird Song Way

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I was going through stuff from my parents house and I found this migration story I wrote at one point for Bethany in high school for an interpretive dance presentation. My family has always told migration stories and I didn’t even realize that I incorporated it into Rooted Care. Each resident has a written migration story recorded by a caregiver that guides their daily care, meals and activities. Person centered care that takes into account ones history. Migration Story The Cambridge dictionary gives the following definitions for migration: the process of a person or people travelling to a new place or country, usually in order to find work and live there temporarily or permanently: the process of moving or being moved from one place to another: the process of beginning, or of making someone begin, to use a new system: These definitions are as multifaceted and fitting as my story and they evoke feelings just as diverse. Sadly, like many others I will never fully know where my migration story begins, because it began in the early 1600’s when my ancestors began their forced migration over on slave ships. While there are parts of my history I will never know, thanks to the fire, determination and love for all mankind instilled in me by my father, I will get to decide how it continues and ends. My father was born in Virginia September 7th, 1943, to a struggling single mother, my paternal grandmother Mattie Harvey Moore. Mattie’s grandmother Margaret Demry was born a slave. My dad, Marion Melvin Henry Harvey was the second child born of what would become 11 children. My dad moved from Virginia to Enfield North Carolina in 1943 to live and be raised by his maternal aunt and uncle, Jim and Ella Harvey. My dad’s family lost their house and all their belongings in a house fire when he was still in infancy. In this same fire he nearly lost his life. While his family was struggling to salvage belongings, they had forgotten that he was in the home. Poverty kept then from rebuilding and they left the remains of the house and built a small one room home in front of it. My father spent much of his infancy on a blanket in the fields while his mother picked cotton and as soon as he was walking, took up his work in the field as well. Many long and harsh days were spent behind a mule and plow. When not in the field he attended an all-black school, in a town whose geographic boundaries were as segregated as its restaurants, stores and opportunities. He went to school so hungry that when he would smell food he would vomit bile as his stomach was empty. There was the black side of town and a white side of town. Its symbolism was just one more reminder that for my father, nothing was ever going to come easy. While my father was born two generations away from slavery, he came to age under the harsh conditions of Jim Crow and a heavy KKK presence. His young adult life was also influenced by the height of many of the great civil rights leaders and those who fought for what was right, despite the dire and sometimes fatal consequences. When my father left home and the age of 17 he began his adult life migrating from North Carolina to New York to New Jersey, working many jobs with the hope of a better life. During this time, he was serving in a newly integrated Army that was still smoldering with racism and disgust at the fire and momentum of the civil rights movement. His fierce value and loyalty for family meant he would drive the long drive every weekend from NJ to NC to gather the neighborhood kids and his siblings and take them back for the weekend to work and attend church. Even before he had kids of his own he was shaping the future of many children who were experiencing the brutal lashing of life dealt to them without hope for a future. One visit home to North Carolina my dad had brought home a white friend. They were forced to stay inside all day out of fear that the KKK would burn down the house if they knew a white person was socializing with a black person. He spent many years working for a restaurant as a cook and then as an engineer before making his way out west with a skill set he worked so hard for, in hopes of continuing the forward movement of my family. My father and mother ended up having 11 children of their own and our family was built upon that same loyalty, camaraderie and love that has defined him for so many years. Growing up and even today our respite from the harsh realities of the world has been, family, food, music. Most importantly hearing the history and powerful stories of migration that shaped the immovable anchor of our love and strength as a family. IN 1994 the oldest of my fathers’ siblings was shot and killed while driving his car down a freeway off ramp in New York City. This crime was never solved, and it haunts my family 25 years later at the thought that there was only one motive and that motive continues to play out with great frequency still today. This constant struggle of poverty, racism, and the battle for equality that would not and has not ever ended, shaped the strong, loving, wise and fiercely loyal man that is my father. His entire life has been a struggle, but he has never stopped being the primary force that has carried his family on his back to a better life. Growing up around the table at Sunday dinners we were told stories of our history, while we enjoyed a meal cooked by my father. The food was always warm, tasteful and rich in culture. It warmed our stomachs and our hearts to know that we ate to our hearts content on the same foods prepared the same way for many generations. In my family food is love. One of the many reasons why my father has been able to change his family’s destiny was simple: He grew up without a father and was never going to allow the same for his children. Some phrases to live by were that, “we did not know how lucky we had it”, and that we would never go hungry. My favorite being, “I will always love and be here for my kids no matter what”. Not once in my life has he let me down. My dad, “Made a way out of no way”, so that I could make a way for myself that did not include as many barriers and uphill battles. So that I could focus knowing that my basic needs that he went without for most of his life would be met. Without the pain of hunger, longing for love, safety and a warm bed, I could rise. My father’s hometown of Enfield North Carolina used to be a booming peanut farming town divide by railroad tracks into the white and black half of town. When segregation came into play it destroyed the town due to the white residents moving to areas that could still be divided by segregation. These areas were places that while not segregated by law, black people could not afford to live in. This was due to the long-lasting effects of a lifetime of racism and segregation that set the tone for the institutionalized racism that still exists today, preventing, opportunity, education, income potential and housing. When I visit Enfield North Caroline it took my breath away to see what appears like a museum of struggle that time has forgotten. Many black people are still trapped in poverty that doesn’t allow them migration. The white side of town abandoned. When I visit the black cemetery it a powerful, motivational and sad reminder that for some their migration ended with the same sadness in which it began or failed to begin. The graves are rotted out and many without caskets or headstones. Buried with only a vault covered over by a layer of concrete. In some graves they have caved in and filled with water to the point of seeing remains and one must tread cautiously fear of falling in. These residents were born into racism and poverty and were memorialized in the same fashion. Deemed not worthy or able to afford a decent burial or casket. These migration stories combined with my fathers and my own are the reason I will continue the fight for equality, love and a different migration story for the next generation.

    28 Oct 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I just wrote a super long entry about my teenage parts and what I went through, but it didn’t upload and I lost it. I’m irritated and hope we can just try to talk about it. Basically I’m terrified of the teenage parts and need to deal with it.

    1 Nov 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce My mom and I lasted even less time talking this time. I’ve noticed as I heal it’s honestly harder to put up with her stuff. She is mad because she wants to go to Hawaii next weekend with us and I told her no. I can’t have her around me on my birthday and she can’t take the ocean from me. She made it all about her as usual, but instead I calmly told her that I would be enjoying the ocean knowing that every time she lets me down it hurts a little less and that’s how I know I’m healing.

    4 Nov 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce My mom has been sending me messages all night. I’m not going to block her today. I can handle it. I turn 37 today and they have taken too much from me already. I have love and relationships in my life that make me feel whole and I do feel bad for her. I can’t imagine making a mistake that affected so many people so deeply and forever. She has her own stuff to come to terms with and it’s not mine anymore. I love her , but she is just so bad for me.

    7 Nov 2021330 Saratoga Rd

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce Visited my grandparents house. There were so many memories here. I was always scared to sleep inside, so my mom would sleep with me in a hammock on the canal most nights. I’m starting to remember some good times with her and it’s nice.

    9 Nov 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I don’t really know my whole issue with the doctors office. I don’t think it’s really a big deal anymore. I think I’m just scared of the lupus. I had bad experiences with being sick and the doctors office and hospitals. I’m not scared of them I just don’t like the feeling of being a patient and being out of control of things. I asked Julian to go with me and she said yes. So I will go this weekend.

    27 Nov 20210 Brown Ave

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I didn't handle this well and we need to talk about it. This pic is of me and Ashton, my 8 year old cousin that witnessed his moms murder. He is very clingy with me, like more than usual and it's almost like he knows I get it. I don't want to leave him.

    1 Dec 202115115 SE Arista Dr

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I started hating my mom in first grade. I was 5 because I started kindergarten early. I had terrible migranes because of my vision. I had recurrent terrible ear infections and stomach aches. I would cry and the teacher would call my mom. She would come to school and tell the teachers I was lying and would threaten me that if I came home or went to the doctor I would be in trouble and lose basketball. She always had somewhere for me to be so she didn't have to be home with me. I was sick and scared and I wanted help and she didn't help me. It went on for years. I remember even at 5 hating her for always being pregnant. She was embarrassing. Everyone knew she wasn't taking care of the kids she had and she just kept having more. My whole childhood was about her having babies, being depressed or raising her kids for her.

    2 Dec 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce I have been thinking and had a nightmare about being in the trunk to my grandmas or all the other things my parents put me through. This memory got me thinking about why it seemed like I was hated so much more sometimes or abused more frequently. Maybe it's my fault because I was never quiet. I never remember accepting it without fighting back or telling them how terrible they were. The more I fought back the madder they got and it felt like winning. I could be getting beat with a belt, strangled, slapped whatever else and look them in the eyes, laugh and let them know they we're garbage. I remember loving the F word becuase it's my dads least favorite word and a trigger for him. If things got really bad I would say it, get beat and then go to Amanda’s until they said I could come back home. Sometimes my sister Sarah would get put in the trunk with me and it became our safe spot where we would escape and imagine being somewhere else for the two-hour ride to Eugene. When I tried to kill myself in Medford. Julian took me past her house on the drive home. It was the first time I had seen it since she died. It was hard and made that night so much more complicated. I still want to talk about that day and I've been thinking about it because my mom told me yesterday that she tried to commit suicide recently. I'm not her and need this part to stop coming up so strong sometimes.

    28 Dec 2021

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce It is the scariest feeling in the world to have spent your whole life pretending to be so mad and indifferent to the world and everyone in it, to someone who see’s beauty in things around me. From someone who felt like their sole mission in life was to be so successful and shut off from my parts that I didn’t need love, people or connection to a person who is so dependent on the people in their life that they feel like they couldn’t live without them. I have this feeling lately like I deserve this and I’ve never felt like I deserved anything in my life . It’s scary. I’m starting to get glimpses of feeling like almost a whole person and it’s new, exciting and scary. I felt like the one person I knew was myself and now I don’t. But I’m scared because I like the person I’m discovering.

    17 Jan 2022

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce Today I had good flashbacks. I went to Otto’s with my dad. We used to do this almost everyday in the summer or a few times a week in the school year. The man and his wife that own it are Jerry and Gretchen, and I have been raised calling them my aunt and uncle. It was a safe spot in the evenings making sausages and eating hot dogs until we couldn’t eat anymore. Jerry taught me to ride horses and gave me my love for them. We traveled to their farm, mountain condos etc with them all growing up. The back of Ottos was where my dad and Jerry would get drunk every night but it wasn’t scary because Jerry is a good drunk and he taught me a lot about life in the back of this sausage kitchen. He is kind and provided me with opportunities I wouldn’t have had. It was nice to see him today.

    The first time I remember being raped is a source of my nightmares many nights. I was scared and I know now that I dissociated, but the feeling is what stays. I remember being so young that I didn't know what happened afterward. All I knew was that I knew then that no matter how hard I tried I could never be the same or as good as my peers again. T...

    Melissa Carolyn Bruce20 Jan 2022