I’m going to write my story. For those who it might help. With the hope that it might make others feel seen. Maybe what happened to me and how I got through it might inspire you. Or maybe it will help you understand someone close to you.
I will try to be as respectful as I can to those involved. Mostly for my children. So, my story will be about me. How I felt…How I coped. This won’t be a pretty story, but honest and real. I understand that there are so many women who have been through the same thing. It’s for you that I write this.
This will come in parts. Writing about this isn’t easy and will come as I can.
So, here we go… Have you ever had a moment in your life that stands out from the rest? A moment when life seems to stand still? When you suddenly realize that most of what you thought to be true about your life was not as it seemed? A moment when you physically felt a shift. The only way I can describe it is that it felt like a crack in the earth under my feet. Like the very ground I stood on, shifted, like an earthquake. Little did I know then just how much my life would change. How much I would change as I had to pivot and grow.
