I know I haven’t posted for sometime, and although I am busy with study, I guess I am putting off writing the next post because, like so many people who have survived their abusers, the more I look back, the more abuse there is to tell.
To begin at the beginning, is to tear open wounds I never knew were all bundled up with everything else. The more I think about things, the more I recall stories about my childhood. Then I begin to think I should have written about those things before moving on to my ex-husband.
This post is to let you know I am still writing this memoir, I just need to be in the right head space to get moving again. So please, stick around, and I will get started soon. Due to the density of events, I think I will write one post a week once I start.