I was nearly four years old the day my father didn’t come home. When I finally asked my mother where he was, I was told the truth. My parents divorced. I was the last one to find out...
I'm just finally starting to really write brutally raw and honest about things that shaped my life growing up. It's sad for me to relive them, but also necessary to put my story out into the world. Thanks so much for reading!
This is heartbreaking. Sending you love and peace. 💞💞💞
I'm just finally starting to really write brutally raw and honest about things that shaped my life growing up. It's sad for me to relive them, but also necessary to put my story out into the world. Thanks so much for reading!
I know! I wrote about my trauma as well, and it was cathartic! I am happy I found you.
I'm grateful for the connection as well!