Before I start with my regular Friday nonsense, I do have something that happened this week that I’d like to share. I’ve struggled over whether or not I wanted to talk about it, but ultimately, I feel like I need to. Not just for myself, but for others who have been, will be, or know someone in my situation, and for people who know my personal story and have offered love and support.
Many of you might remember THIS POST I did about my experience with abuse. It was a crappy, although necessary post to write, and one that I dreaded and feared for a long time. Ultimately though, I am more than a victim. I am a mom. And as a mom, I have a moral obligation to show my scars with no shame or fear. There are children in the world who need that to pull strength from, and I cannot use my selfish wish to be “normal” and “fit in” to shun them of that. How can I tell my kids that they should speak up and know they will believed and loved if anyone ever hurts them, if I hide what happened to me like I did something wrong?