Some of the moments that really stand out for me, where people I had not known I would need showed up on white horses.
Putting my love on blast, because it’s all about gratitude.
I never thought it would be me. For the most part, finding myself a part of that kind of screwed up statistic was devastating. The ‘sisters with blisters’ club is not one you voluntarily sign up for. Abuse is for others, I used to think. Until it was for me.
This is my first in a series of blogs in which I will be chronicling journey towards an even more awesome version of myself. I’ve lived and have the scars to show. I don’t have it all together but I’m working on me. I want to remain in a constant state of improvement. That’s my idea of the perfect journey.