The rumors are true; I did go and live in Boston as a prostitute. But that’s not all I am doing…I have decided to settle down for a while, its nice being in a place that doesn’t know of your past. I am living in a small flat above a pawn shop, it isn’t the nicest place, but it will do for now. I have had a lot of time to reflect on the past, its been over 20 years since the witch trails.
At the beginning, when I first moved here I was angry and upset…I had hated that I had left so much power behind. I constantly debated whether or not I should go back to Salem. I spent some time doing community service as a punishment for one of my lashouts.
I went to a dark place when I arrived in Boston. I realized that I was alone, powerless, no one to love, or to be loved by. I had no one and nothing. I couldn’t understand why or how I got to the way I was. At the time I was working as a prostitute, and became pregnant with my son. I knew that I could now not go back to Salem, even if I wanted too. My son could not know the person I was, I promised myself that I wouldn’t let him know that person.
If it weren’t for my son, I don’t know where I would be today…he changed me for the better. When I found out about him I changed who I was as a person. I stopped being a prostitute and began doing something that meant something to me. I started doing photo shots to bring in some money, and decided to post this blog. This blog reveals my darkest times and journal entries from the witch trials. I wanted people to see who I was, and what kind of person I was before my son. It was hard for me to read what I used to be like…how I used to think about people, and the need for power. As of now I still struggle with the need to be powerful and continuously see a therapist.
I hope that my son grows up to be the exact opposite of who I was.
