When I started my blog back in 2010, I wondered if I would ever reach a point where I felt comfortable enough to share everything about myself and my life. To date, while I’ve shared many things with you, I have not shared everything. Plus, I realize I do not need to share everything with you.
Two weeks ago, a friend of mine came to me with horrible news. While I listened to her story, I could not help but remember my own story, and I realized the time had come for me to share my story with others.
Tomorrow I am going to tell you about a part of my past that is not pretty. The purpose of this pre-post is to prepare you for the story and the language, both of which will be raw, explicit, and potentially offensive.
I feel a little awkward sharing the story, and you may feel a little awkward reading the story, but the time has come for me to tell the story.
The story began in the late 80s, when I was 18yrs old, living in Athens, GA, and attending the University of Georgia.