People will talk… won’t they?
When I started my journey of coming face-to-face with my past, I knew that I would one day share my story. What I did not know, was that sharing my story would play a major role in uncovering and healing from what I had experienced.
Rewind roughly nineteen years. I was a high school senior, barely eighteen, wide-eyed, gullible, and in love. I am sure you know where my story starts…the classic young and in love couple, thinking that nothing could break their bond. With our head in the clouds, against wishes and advice from loved ones, thinking we were some type of, “Jack & Diane”, we eloped in a randomly picked courthouse in Louisiana. Ironically, that courthouse was destroyed during Hurricane Katrina, and so was our marriage five years later.
It’s the chaos during those five years that resulted in me losing my identity and leaving me broken. Blindsided by verbal and mental abuse led me down the dark road of an unhealthy, abusive relationship and marriage.
Some might be wondering why I want to share my story. Why would anyone want to expose their darkest secrets to the world? For me, I am through bottling up corruptive and negative thoughts. I have awakened the beast of fear that I tucked away in the far corners of my mind, and now, I am ready to let that beast go, to move forward without fear. My hope is that of help, that my words comfort someone that has a beast of their own.