I never realized my childhood was considered traumatic until recently. I knew my life wasn’t what you would call normal but I didn’t want to go as far as saying it was traumatic either. Sadly many people have this same problem, they know something is wrong but don’t know why or how they feel the way they do. There is one good thing about being completely broken, the only thing left to do is fix it. In this blog I’m going to show the good, the bad, and the down right ugly that was my life. I would love to tell you there is more good and that my life is a fairytale but that’s not the role I got picked for like many other people my age, I was born in a generation where moms weren’t in the kitchen baking cookies, they weren’t packing us perfect little sandwiches in our lunches and cleaning the house well dad worked. We are the generation of broken family’s, we were born in a time when parents quit, we didn’t have mom and dad. We had mom and what ever boyfriend she had at the time and if we were lucky dad on the weekends, that is the reality of so many people and it’s considered normal now. I wish I could tell you that is the only reason I’m broken, that coming from a broken family is the only disappointing part of my life story. I wish I could end this right here and now with that little bit of sad reality but that’s not how my cards were dealt. There’s so many twist and turns in this story called my life that sometimes I think I am in a lifetime movie.
Work in progress 