A few of the things I’ve experienced in my life include childhood sexual abuse, growing up with an alcoholic father, teenage rape, a fire that destroyed everything we owned, loss of an older sibling, years as a single parent, 9-years as a caregiver for my husband who passed away in 2016, and years of struggle as the codependent mom of two addicts.
When it comes to that last category, I’ve learned a lot of lessons the hard way and feel like I’m the poster child for all the things to NOT do.
When people say, “I don’t know how you’ve done it. I don’t know how you’ve survived all you’ve been through,” my response is always the same…
It’s not like I had a choice… Giving up is not an option.
Many of those same people also encouraged me to share my stories so I could help others who are going through similar struggles. I fought against that suggestion for two reasons:
- I didn’t think anyone would care what I had to say…
- Sharing my stories meant dropping my masks and the elaborate array of smoke and mirrors I’ve lived behind most of my life and becoming completely transparent and real.
2020 gave me a lot of time to think… about my life, about the pain others are experiencing, and about ways I can possibly help them get through the challenges they’re facing.
I decided it was time to drop the masks, step out from behind the smoke and mirrors, and show the world who I really am. And if I’m able to help others by sharing my good, bad, and ugly stories, then the reward will be more than worth the risk.
Thank you for joining me on my messy, complicated, sometimes sad, often awkward journey of self-discovery. Every adventure is better when shared with friends!
Love and blessings,