I Believe that Change is Possible.
I have had a hard time writing lately. I think it’s because I have had so many thoughts going through my mind, and I haven’t been able to organize them into a coherent post on anything. I’ve started and stopped several times, but end up walking away knowing that I have a lot to say, and frustrated by the block. I’m hoping to break through that today. So hang on….it's a personal story, and one I have wrestled with sharing, so read on at your own risk. :) Let me preface this by saying that I have a GREAT life. I have a wonderful husband, great kids, and friends I can count on. I laugh a lot, I have lots of love in my life, and a warm safe home to live in. I grew up in a happy home with parents who loved me. There was no abuse. My parents are STILL married. There wasn’t lots of crime where I grew up. I have had, and continue to have….a GREAT LIFE. But somewhere in this great life, I began to dislike myself so profoundly that I de