I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m also no longer nieve. I’m not that shriveled up, intimidated, and insecure girl that spun around in the painful life of confusion.
I went through childhood trauma. When trauma overwelmes the brain, it shuts down. When our bodies, particularly the brain, senses the turmoil, the defense mechanisms kick into gear.
It’s taken me thirteen plus years to shed lots of my childhood and spread my wings. It’s been challenging, but I’ve kept going.
My life hasn’t been easy. I never seem sympathy when I share. I also don’t share just to receive comments from individuals bouncing back with their story. This is me and mine. It’s been tough and unimaginable.
In the last 5 years, I’m deeply focused on who I am, what I believe, what I can overcome, what I can do. What I do and don’t like. Everything! I focus on bettering me, because I’m the only one living this life of my shoes.
Writing, music, the arts, nature, many things help me reground when I get anxious. I’m on antidepressants. I’m OK with that. I unapologetically share my story because there’s nothing to be ashamed of.
Mental Health begins with you. Your worth, abilities, confidence, successes, everything!! Everything in your life will influence you but at the end of the day, it’s your life.. And your choices that define who you are. The mind is a powerful thing.
I told mine what I was going to become… And I have.
You can too!