Most daddy’s like to call their little girls princess, my dad always called me his little sludge rock. He said Sheila, you’re smart, solid and strong like a rock, but for whatever reason you’re always surrounded by shit, so you’re my little sludge rock. I have compiled journals that started with me leaving my abusive husband six years ago. When you’re in a bad relationship, you lose yourself. Somehow through all of this trial and error I found myself. I have covered a wild and wide assortment of topics filled with hilarious quick witted moments and heart felt moments of self-clarification and acceptance. I rose from being unemployed, homeless and a single woman with no self-esteem to this self-assured, motivated dreamer. I discuss beating my demons and loving myself after a lifetime of hating myself. Each entry is like its own short story where I analyze myself that will make you cry, laugh and hopefully want to take notes. I like to think if the people who contributed to the Chicken soup for the soul books were drunks this is what would happen. *Warning I cuss a lot. I’m crude. I can come across offensive at times. But I’m always honest.
