I tell the truth about my life.
I share the trauma I experienced for nineteen years under my parents roof.
I tell the truth about my mental health. About the struggles I feel on a daily basis.
I tell the truth about our fertility journey and how amazing and scary it is to know I will be a mom soon.
I tell the truth about my PTSD.
I tell the truth about my chronic illness and disability.
I tell the truth about my anxiety.
I tell the truth about my struggles with self harm.
I tell the truth about my agoraphobia.
I tell the truth about my assault.
I am honestly an open book, I have to let it out because if I don't, it will kill me. I am glad I tell the truth, but it isn't easy. For years I kept it hidden, but now that its all out, I feel much more expressed. It's painful, but worth it.
I hope that I give others the inspiration and space to tell the truth as well. I hope I make people feel safe enough to share their stories.
Do you tell the truth about your life?
xo, C
