Forrest was right. You never know what you’re gonna get.
Just when I think I’ve got things somewhat figured out and working FOR ONCE, I find myself intentionally upending the apple cart. It’s a scary thing. I have to be completely honest and put myself front and center. I’m more of a behind the scenes kind of gal.
But I can’t help anyone go from where they are to where they want to be if I don’t share my journey, share me. So here I am.
I’m 43, divorced from a child molester, 389 pounds with Hashimoto’s and Type 2 Diabetes, still living paycheck to paychec, and for once in my life I can say I’m on the road to happiness, health, and healing. I’m the people pleaser who has always put everyone else first. But not anymore. Nope. I’m done with that.
After a couple of hellish years in my personal life overcoming suicidal depression, I came out on the other side deciding I was worth it. I’m worth the effort. I’m worth the selfishness. I’m worth the prize at the end of the struggle.
This is my story. The brutal and honest truth of how I grew up abused and abandoned but managed to remain steadfast, strong, and hopeful on the way to my future.