"People want to paint a picture,
so give them all the colors."
I started this blog 4 1/2 years ago to share my ups and downs of marriage, first time motherhood, and as my soapbox for social issues I think are important. Over time, this blog has become my haven. My way of gauging where I'm at in my life. As long as I'm writing, I'm okay. And I'm learning slowly, but surely, that life doesn't always have to look pretty. It doesn't always fit into a perfectly defined box. Life can be ugly and really hard, but the truth is that the struggle is all apart of the story. And despite what society and my upbringing have told me, it's okay to talk about the things that everyone else is to scared to even whisper. It's okay to expose our monsters and our weaknesses. Because you know, deep down we all have struggles-struggles we're just waiting for someone to talk about and remind us that we are not alone.
And so, that's why I write. I write for the girl in her twenties who is divorced and lost. I write for the young mom who thinks that her baby is the only baby who doesn't sleep through the night, or who thinks her toddler is the pickiest of all eaters. I write for the young married girls, because I want to reach out, take their hands, and lead them away from my mistakes. My scars make me who I am, and I truly believe that if God gives you a story to tell, you tell it. You own it. You don't hide from it. Because you never know whose heart you're touching, or whose life you're changing.
Be sure to take some time to read my page titled, "My Side of The Story:Censored Edition". It's about my past. About the hard, cold, rock bottom on which I re-built my life. It's a glimpse of the scariest monster that I have hiding in my closet. It's not pretty- it's actually very, very ugly, and if all you take away from it is,"Wow. I'm not alone. There's a girl out here whose been hurt as badly as I'm hurting, and look she's doing okay.", then I've succeeded.
Also feel free to check out my bucket list. It's my proof that I'm still moving, still breathing, and I still have so much left to accomplish. What's on your bucket list?
Don't be afraid to let your guard down here-to read the words that flood these pages and actually relate to them. You are not alone. I'm just like you. Just a girl trying to pick up the pieces, move forward, and be the version of myself that I want to be. All are welcome here.