The story begging to be told. I thought we were friends, but they wanted me out of their life. I’ve punished myself long enough, now I’m asking the right questions.

I’ve waited to tell this story, because I didn’t know where it belonged. BUT it’s been begging to be told. For MY healing, I’m sharing it here.

While I can blame a lot of conditioning and trauma on my mother and adults around me… I stepped into this one all on my own. For better or the worse this event shaped who I’ve become.