I have pondered this for a long time. I have debated writing here about the difficult things in my life. You may think I have already done so. You are wrong. The things I have written about so far were much easier for me to write than what is yet to come. If things I have written so far are too difficult for you, you might not want to read the other difficult things. I will certainly understand and will not judge you.
I'm not quite there. Just thinking about it today, remembering it, brought me to tears. I need more time. I need privacy to write. But soon.
I will try to find a way to identify it in the title so that you can easily recognize it and skip it if you'd like. I do not want anyone to carry these things that isn't ready.
I do have important things to say. It's not so much that I want to say them as that I need to. Writing is a way to cleanse the toxins out of our systems, the emotional toxins that infect us due to traumatic experiences.
I have written about them, but just for myself and a few select friends. I think my soul would heal without writing about them again.
The reason I feel compelled to write about them is for others. There are many women (too many) with similar stories who have not found their voices, who have lost themselves. I want them to know that they are not alone. I want them to know that they are not crazy. I want to support them, if only by believing them. By validating them.
I am strong. I am supported. I know my voice.
So I will use my voice to tell my story, and theirs to some extent. It's amazing how similar these stories are. I have heard so many of them from incredible women -- women who don't know they are incredible.
But they are.