About The Author
When I was a little girl, I dreamed of having a childhood like other children - one where there was love, laughter and joy. I saw how much fathers and mothers loved their kids so much. So many smiles, so much laughter. SO MUCH LOVE.
But my childhood, it was not to be. My childhood was filled with horror. It was filled with the abuse garden - sexual, physical, verbal, emotional, and mental. Day in and day out one or more of those things happened to me. And the days that didn't have any of those things, I was lost and didn't know what to do. I had long stopped dreaming of a better life by the time I was 7 years old. I just accepted the fact that nothing will change. With so much abuse and horror, I suppressed everything. So much so, that for 40 years I believed that my childhood was filled with love.
Then "IT" happened. I mentally snapped. I could no longer keep up the facade of being a happy person and that nothing was wrong with my life. I could no longer keep on the track I was on. I was burned out, tired, and in dire need of love, support, and attention to myself. That meant taking care of the little girl that resided within me. It was time to accept the fact my childhood was not a happy childhood. It was time to start work on healing that little girl that never got loved, cherished, or validated.
Problem was how to do that AND keep up my responsibilities as an adult? The only way was to go see a Trauma Counselor. And I have been for some time now. Because of counseling, I am learning to heal my little girl child that resides within me and have her mature into a beautiful, loving, and caring adult. It's going to take time and time is all that I have now.
By the advice of my loving husband, he advised me to start a blog about my journey. It would be a place where I could speak out about the abuse, write how I feel, and never have any repercussions for doing so. So pull up a chair, or get comfy on the couch, grab a pillow and take a ride with me. It will be a journey of healing from the past, to that of a journey of where the past no longer affects my present.
When I was a little girl, I dreamed of having a childhood like other children - one where there was love, laughter and joy. I saw how much fathers and mothers loved their kids so much. So many smiles, so much laughter. SO MUCH LOVE.
But my childhood, it was not to be. My childhood was filled with horror. It was filled with the abuse garden - sexual, physical, verbal, emotional, and mental. Day in and day out one or more of those things happened to me. And the days that didn't have any of those things, I was lost and didn't know what to do. I had long stopped dreaming of a better life by the time I was 7 years old. I just accepted the fact that nothing will change. With so much abuse and horror, I suppressed everything. So much so, that for 40 years I believed that my childhood was filled with love.
Then "IT" happened. I mentally snapped. I could no longer keep up the facade of being a happy person and that nothing was wrong with my life. I could no longer keep on the track I was on. I was burned out, tired, and in dire need of love, support, and attention to myself. That meant taking care of the little girl that resided within me. It was time to accept the fact my childhood was not a happy childhood. It was time to start work on healing that little girl that never got loved, cherished, or validated.
Problem was how to do that AND keep up my responsibilities as an adult? The only way was to go see a Trauma Counselor. And I have been for some time now. Because of counseling, I am learning to heal my little girl child that resides within me and have her mature into a beautiful, loving, and caring adult. It's going to take time and time is all that I have now.
By the advice of my loving husband, he advised me to start a blog about my journey. It would be a place where I could speak out about the abuse, write how I feel, and never have any repercussions for doing so. So pull up a chair, or get comfy on the couch, grab a pillow and take a ride with me. It will be a journey of healing from the past, to that of a journey of where the past no longer affects my present.