If I started this blog a few years ago, you may not know I was the same person.
I have changed a lot over the past couple of years.
Some of it voluntary and some of it involuntary.
It hasn’t always been easy. Arriving where I am today is a blessing. I was a lost soul before. I was not myself and am not sure I really knew who “I” was.
I know years before I had an identity. It looked something like this:
Daughter. Wife. Mother. Friend. Artist. Entrepeneur. Nanny. Lover of all things chocolate.
It seems that all ended somewhere around December of 2001, which sparks a roller-coaster ride to craziville for a while.
After that a lot of my life becomes fuzzy. Remembering dates and events isn’t easy for me, sort of like amnesia if you will, but selective. I guess you could say it was a survival tactic. To this day I am not sure why I have such a hard time recounting memories of my life. Admittedly even if you ask me dates and such events that most people can and should be able to rattle off without thinking about it, I have difficulty.
Today my identity looks more like this:
Motherless. Divorcee. Mom. Survivor of DV. Friend. Lazy Artist. Newlywed. Step-Mom. New Mama. And on a journey to rediscover all things chocolate.