Straight jackets are on the left, meds are on the table, It’s possible if you hurry, you can get a seat in group therapy!
Welcome to my sanctuary; A tiny portion of the World Wide Web where a blemished soul is protected from most living predators.
Hidden from view I’m able to speak openly, confessing my day-to-day victories and hiccups. Cautiously dealing with past skeletons forgotten in the cupboard.
I’m a mother to Four, my oldest being 21, my youngest 15. My husband and I have been happily married for 12 years (together 15) we are still going strong, at times behaving as though our marriage is brand new!! I do not feel 39, I feel as though I’m in my late teens/early 20’s. Again and again I’ve been told I look and act much younger. Numerous times my 21 Year Old daughter and I have been asked if we are sisters.
When I feel like me, I’m happy, outgoing & cheeky. When I feel low, it all goes out the window to be replaced by insecure, reclusive and subdued.
I am a survivor of both childhood and adult abuse. The sexual, physical, psychological as well as emotional abuse has stripped away my self-worth, past events/encounters makes it hard to completely trust others. As a teen, I hid from my inner demons by using drugs, alcohol, and sex. It did not work. I have been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, depression, panic disorder, social and generalized anxiety just to name a few.
Humor is the weapon I use to make life bearable. I will drop everything to help those I love. I look for the good in others, but often cannot find it in me. I’m a complicated woman, I often question the kindness and motives of others, earning my trust is also tricky, I am constantly on guard equipped with a heavy-duty wall.
Each of us are different, some of us have common beliefs while others differ or have no beliefs at all, that’s what makes every one of us different. We are all equal, we all have feelings. Please remember to be kind!!
Thank you for stopping by 🙂
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?” –Mad Hatter–
Trust me. I know a thing or two about liking people, and in time, after much chocolate and cake, ‘like’ turns into ‘what was his name again?’ -Mad Hatter-