I am the youngest of 3. I have 2 older sisters. 2 parents. I grew up in a dysfunctional household and if my mother ever read that she might die in the chair she was sitting in (but we will bet to my family latter). I am in my 30's married to a lovely man that I have known for 10 years, I work in retail (yes there are stories), and over all I am happy...now. If you asked me this question 5 years ago or even 10 I truthfully do not know what I would of told you. I don't have a "true" filter. I have had a lot of stuff happen to me in my life and maybe getting it out in the world will help others. Maybe it won't, maybe at the end of my life it will just help me. I am okay with that too.
Your first post for a blog I'm sure you want to be informational and insight-ive and all that other stuff. So that whom ever is reading this can feel a connection with the person who wrote it. I understand that, however if I am not myself even in writing my first post there is no sense in continuing the blog.
I am an honesty, dark humor, sarcastic person that at my age still doesn't know how to spell every word in the English dictionary. I can't guarantee that I will write every day, but I promise to post at least once a week.
So more about me, I was born and raised in CT traveled around to different states but always ended up at the starting line. I am still here. I have a love for animals (now I feel like I am writing for a dating website, but I guess the first few always feel that way).
I have been abused in more ways than one, and survived - that's the important part- no one ever focuses on the important parts. They always want to pass right over it and go on with life instead of taking the time to realize that the person you are taking to might not have been there if they didn't take the steps they did to survive. Yes, we have been battered and abused, broken and used but that doesn't make us less of a human, just because someone slapped their hands across our face or punched our stomachs so hard there were bruises the next day.
As you can tell I say it all. It might not be easy to read, nor easy to say, but it's never easy to live through and think that you are alone when you survive. Since no one talks about it or really wants to unless you are in therapy or you are helping another survivor out.
Just because we were broken doesn't mean we still are - it's a stigma that needs to be broken.
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