So, here I am. Finally writing down all of the memories and interactions (some pleasant and some very unpleasant) that have swirled around in my head for 30+ years.

I’ve gone back and forth about it.

“What’s the point?”

“Why would people care?”

“Is this too self indulgent?”

“Am I reopening old wounds?”

When actually I don’t think I’m reopening any old wounds, I’m not being self indulgent, and maybe people won’t care! But that’s ok.

I now think at least I’m sharing experiences that some people might be going through, they might have already gone through, or have kids/friends/family members dealing with something similar, and maybe (hopefully) this will help them in some way. Make them feel like there’s light at the end of the tunnel, or help them not to feel so alone.

We’ve all been there, or we are there right now. You are not alone.

❤️