I have a story to tell. It is not going to change the world, but it will change my world. This blog is to detail the account of how my poisonous roots of growing up in an abusive home have finally opened up and nourished the woman waiting for 35 years to blossom.
Some of the stories will be shocking. Most will be heart wrenching. Many will be joyful. Most will have a bit of my unavoidable humor in the way I see things.
I am not going to tell this story chronologically. Instead I will highlight memoirs that come to mind as they come to mind. I hope to find a supportive network of abuse survivers, or possibly prevent this type of abuse from happening to other children.
My journey to accepting myself and finding my place in the world is ongoing, but I feel that I have come far enough to share my journey and possibly help others. The only way I know to start, is just to start.
So buckle up baby, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.