I grew up alongside the banks of the Miramichi River in a tiny village called Loggieville. I spent my days exploring every nook and cranny of that small village -the last of the “go outside and play” generation. My childhood was quiet, I had a few friends, but never any that were close. I never felt like I belonged but that could be apart of my introverted nature.
When I was about 10 years old I was sexually abused by a family member. Not knowing what was happening to me at the time, I suppressed the memories deep inside. I remained very close to my abuser as I had felt that I loved them very much. It wasn’t until I had my son that I realized that I could go no longer with my secret; it was eating me alive.
I had spent the next 20 years of my life in hiding. Always wishing I was someone different, always rehearsing who I was inside my head but never comfortable enough to actually be that person. Being me meant I would have to open up emotionally, allow others into my world and eventually exposing my secret.
When I did finally reveal my past, I found trust. And that trust eventually allowed me to be who I am today. This blog started out as a challenge to myself to write 50 articles during one calendar year, what I didn’t expect was that it would lead me to completely open myself up to the world. Each post is an experience that I have felt, I have lived and now I have shared. I no longer have any secrets, anger or sadness. I am finally growing up and I am thankful to be able to share my stories with you.
Thank you for following along my journey to self-discovery.