I am trying to post here, and still have not managed. I feel like I need to tell my story, to be heard; I also feel like my experiences could help others to find help, solace, truth. I want to write here, to be both selfish, and selfless. But part of me is still afraid, and other parts are still ashamed. My biggest fear is that my mother will find this blog, and then I will have to deal with that drama along with the processing of whatever I am processing at the time.
I have two blogs in my drafts folder, I'll publish them when I am ready. In the mean time I am starting with baby steps. I'm making a first post, and hoping it will lead to a second, a third, and eventually to posting the items in my drafts folder. I don't know how long this will take, one never does, sometimes it's like and excavation, tiny layer by tiny layer, and other times it's like a flood to get as much out as possible while the bravery is there.
So here it is, the first post, no content, but a beginning.
