Ok, so, this post has been a little hard for me to write. I love this blog, I love that survivors are coming together in the comments section, I love that people are feeling comfortable sharing their stories, and I love that the stigma of abuse survivor shame is finally being broken. Coming on here
There really is no easing into this first post, it is what it is. This blog is about me. It’s about my life. My trials, my failures, my joy, and my heartaches. It’s painful, dirty, and complicated. It’s embarrassing, scary, and torturous. It’s the screams in my nightmares and the cries from my soul. But it’s me.
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
