MY JOURNEY WITH MENTAL ILLNESS
When I was just a little girl, something happened that would rock my world forever. I was sexually abused. As a child, I didn’t give it much thought and went merrily on my way.
My brain, however, did not know how to process this information, so it got tucked it away in a secret place where it stayed undetected for almost thirty years.
Looking back, I can see that it affected my life from that day until this very moment. In my view, it broke my brain in a way that could never be repaired. The abuse led to perfectionism, people pleasing, eating disorders and major clinical depression.
BUT THE STORY DOESN’T END THERE
The fallout from sexual assault and mental illness can derail our lives, hopefully, FOR A SEASON, but not forever. It can interrupt educational dreams, destroy relationships, steal career aspirations, alienate us from loved ones who do not believe us, BUT it doesn’t have to be a death sentence.
I feel I have walked barefoot on a tightrope across shark-infested waters. The sharks could have eaten me, but they did not. With help from family, friends, colleagues, health professionals, I have managed to carve out a new life.
I am enjoying my life, even with its warts, cellulite, wrinkles, age spots and double chins. When I look in the mirror I see an accomplished woman, wife, mother, and grandmother who is a survivor, an overcomer, a champion and an advocate for victims of abuse.
My goal is to share my story of hope with as many people as possible.
You can reach me at (705) 928-2992 or at firstname.lastname@example.org