I don’t know how it happened. It’s all still a blur. What felt like mere moments took many years to build up— a lifetime of monotonous misery, being misunderstood by most and mistreated by many. The independent, strong minded, adventurous woman I once was became a confined, diluted, disregarded doormat constantly getting trampled over. I couldn’t evaluate the disease consuming my own life and marriage. Though I was put on suicide watch, what I said was I’d rather die than stay hidden… without hope, without purpose, without freedom to be me.
But I got out. Became free. Started over. And I am once again filled with hope. And encouragement. And love. This is my story.
For every woman who feels invisible in her relationship. For every ugly duckling hoping to be seen as the gorgeous swan that you are. For every individual who has been put down, belittled, or shoved into the shadows. For the misfits, the outcasts, the anomalies, the rejects, and the rebels. If you feel like you don’t belong, you might just find a piece of yourself in parts of my story.
I'm anything but normal. Some might say I'm a Freak - a term of endearment to me now. Want to see what life is like on the other side? Join me!