And so it begins

I have no idea what Im doing. I just need to write.

My abuse started, well in infancy. Sexual. My first memory of it I was about 2. The sexual abuse finally stopped when I was 39. Of course, it wasn’t the same man. There was also a lot of physical, emotional and psychological abuse thrown in there as well. I start emdr therapy on tuesday. We’ll see how that goes I suppose.

I’m a mom to 3. One of my children is palliative but you’ll learn about her in my upcoming posts. I need to get this out. Its literally killing me from the inside. I don’t know how I will start…it will likely be a jumbled mess of memories. But maybe somewhere in there will be some healing.