When I got up this morning it was Resurrection Sunday. It was April 1. Maybe my brain wasn’t quite clicking in and obviously not, because I should have been very mindful of this date. But I got up, went to Easter breakfast at church, attended our service, then came home. It wasn’t until a “Facebook Memory” popped up. Suddenly I was overcome with so many emotions – gratitude, awe, strength, wonder, and so much more.
Wow! It’s 2 years now! Two years and I’m so very different. Yet I’m more me than I’ve ever been. Two years and I’ve experienced so, so, so much. In some ways two years have flown by. In other ways two years seems like a million years ago, when I started a new life and a road to recovery.
I have survived abuse. I have survived being emotionally, psychologically and spiritually viciously ripped to shreds.Now I am here, in my place, my home, feeling strong, feeling optimistic, excited about the path that I am on. I can write so much about this, and Ii will in the weeks and months to come. For now though I just want to publicly acknowledge this day.
Thank you Kelly Wilson, (Rev.) Mike Koslowski, Mike Askew, Hannah Hefler-Jamieson, and a few others who were “on the inside” of what was happening and gave me strength to keep fighting when I truly had none left.
Now, I realize that although my healing continues everyday, I am now strong enough to share all of my stories and speak out loudly and without fear against things which I know to be wrong and unjust.
❤️ to you all!
Love love love !!!
I am so fortunate to have such amazing support.
Thank You Kris!