Over the next few (insert unknown measure of time here)s, I’m going to start by going back in time to when I first found even the strength to whisper my own thoughts out loud though only my ears could hear them. And I’ll take you back to before then to make sense of how I found even that much strength. I’ll be sharing my own thoughts and ramblings along with various resources and writings I found.

I will admit that the idea of sharing this directly to my page is rather daunting because there is a level of ‘freshness’ to my life since I am not one to blast social media with all of my personal updates… of course my kids are fair game, but me? Oh no. I do believe that my business is supposed to be my business. However, I am working through the concept that my experiences are not exclusive to me. And maybe someone else can benefit from what others may deem my horror story. So, feel free to share, but I’m not sure if the me that operates out of respect and awareness will just yet.

And, just so you know, sure there was some horror in it, my story, and specifically in the pieces that I will likely be sharing. My eyes still water when I read what I wrote in my darkest moments because while I, thankfully, can’t remember everything when I try to, there’s something about reading my own words that takes me back as if I am still in it. For the record, as odd as this may sound, I am glad for that. I am thankful that my life is dramatically different, but those moments will always be a part of me and of my story.

Anyway, this may not be easy to read… and some of it will be 100% copy and paste for similar reasons, but all of it will be real. If nothing else, I will finally have my story in one place, I hope, though pieces will be via hyperlink (if that’s even still a term people use).

Buckle up if you’re planning to stick around. I am.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton