Who I am. On the surface I look like most other 40 something women. I married far too young, raised three amazing kids to young adulthood, got my degree, and now work long hours. But, hidden inside the shell is a complex, complicated human being. A soul and psyche shaped by searing trials.
I am a survivor. I walked through hell a long time and have emerged on the other side. Maybe you wonder what kind of awful things could a small town girl have endured to make that claim? The stark truth is:
I survived years of emotional and verbal abuse by a parent - crushing, warping ideas about my body and my worth.
I survived being molested by a brother at a time when my body was changing from girl to woman.
I survived being raped by someone I knew and trusted.
The battle scars I carry aren't raw and bleeding anymore. The anger and bitterness of my past are not definitions of my present. I choose to love and care for many people.
I choose.
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Wow. Just WOW. I'm so honored to call you friend. My favorite line: "The anger and bitterness of my past are not definitions of my present." YOU ROCK.
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