The day finally came...

This blog is to introduce you to what my blogs will typically be about. Those things that have happened in my life that I have learned to live with or overcome.

This is it. This is what happened. This is how I feel. This is why I am who I am and why I do what I do. This is what I have struggled with. This is what I have overcome. This is raw and uncensored. This is me from the inside out no longer hiding my feelings or worried about what others might think or even say. This is as real as it gets and I am putting it in black-and-white.

I have been still and quiet but I have also been extremely loud. I have been overbearing but I have also been a gift. I have been lied to, cheated on and emotionally abused. I have been hurt, thrown away and physically abused. I have been physically and mentally ill with scars that will never fade. I also admit that I have caused and created some of the very same things that I suffered from.

This blog is not intended to hurt anyone’s feelings, although it might. This blog is not intended to make anyone angry, although it might. This blog is not intended for gossipers and hypocrites to have something else to talk about, although it might. What it is intended for is to validate my healing; the way I heal; the way I overcome and the way I forgive so I can love with all of my being and stay happy.

.... The day finally came when I was able to see myself as God sees me… I am worthy, I am beautiful, I am loved, I am forgiven, but most of all I am His!!

”For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future”. Jeremiah 29:11

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