As a six-year-old little girl, I learned to keep the secret of my stepdad’s nightly visits into my room.
The Secret
I couldn’t tell anyone for fear they would be hurt if they found out. I carried that secret with me throughout my childhood and it ate me up inside.
I developed undiagnosed OCD as a way of coping, and later, an Eating Disorder. As I grew up, I found myself in abusive relationships over and over again. I never felt like I could leave those men because they always made me believe that the abuse was my fault. I would finally leave, but then find myself in another relationship that was very similar.
Breast Cancer Freed Me
It took a diagnosis of breast cancer 10 years ago for me to realize that I needed to learn to stand on my own two feet. This has been a long journey, and I’ve learned so much along the way.
I am here because I want to share my life lessons with you. But most of all, I really want you to know you’re not alone.
