This is my story.
We all have a story.
We might say our stories are good. Or maybe we’d say our stories are sad. We might label them as bad, traumatizing, dreamy, idealistic, or unrealistic.
Some refuse to acknowledge their stories living in denial of what is, while some hold on to their stories white knuckled terrified of change, growth, and letting go.
It has taken me a long time to accept my story.
I lived most of my life up until this point trying as hard as I could to keep my story buried, doing whatever I could to keep the emotions and trauma at bay. And to my detriment buried it stayed – buried under a mountain of shame.
Until my body said, “NO MORE!”
And down I spiraled for years, not being able to eat, not being able to sleep, suffering through PTSD, depression, overwhelming anxiety, and more until I hit rock bottom and I shattered into a million pieces.
With the help of therapy and my Savior Jesus Christ, who truly is the master healer and the one who can mend all broken things, I am facing my past with courage, strength and lots of vulnerability as I ride the waves of emotions. ALL the waves. ALL the emotions. I’ve begun my journey of healing, independence, and finding true inner strength.
If you decide to stick around, I invite you to sit back, grab some popcorn and a refreshing drink, and join me as we watch together what’s about to unfold…
It will not be in order.
I can’t guarantee that it will make any sense.
This is my dumping ground for whatever shows up that needs to be shared whenever that need arises.
While this is absolutely 100% for me. I do hope that you’ll find nuggets that will comfort you, strengthen you, and for my sake and many others – hopefully open your eyes to the experiences of others and increase your levels of compassion and empathy.
Though if nothing else, I hope this will help you know that you are not alone.