I sit in this house I built. It’s shaky. It’s built on false promises.
I was told not to live here. But I didn’t listen.
I’m still here. And I wonder will I find myself?
I looked at my shame and now I don’t feel so afraid. It seems to be that looking at my life showed me that I’ve been through a lot and I survived. My friends have been fantastic and were supportive of what I was trying to accomplish with examining my life. Continue reading