Three posts within four days are completely unheard of on this blog, but how can I let a day like this pass me by… Notification from WP says my blog is two years old today… wow… *screams*… *bows & curtsies*… and what a journey it has been! I feel an Oscar’s speech coming on, I would love to indulge and say few words about my journey.
I remember that first bleak night, searching for something to help me out of the dark hole I had wallowed in for a number of years. I barely recognise the person I was back then. Childhood memories were jam packed with trauma and the experiences were too painful to share, which robbed me of the opportunity to heal or even think of therapy.
In the early blogging days, I read personal testimonies of child abuse that would make your hair stand on end and then rip your heart out, but from their courage, I found my own. One of the most life-changing moments came from an unexpected source, the validation.
For the first time in my life, I could see the past for what it was. Understanding my parent’s narcissism set me free from years of self-blame, shame and humiliation, and this became the first stepping-stone to recovery.
This blog has complimented therapy in more ways than I could write in a post. It helps me process those chaotic-brain episodes and pulls the hairy-moments into a healthier and balanced perspective. The friendships and insights that come so freely from fellow-bloggers are my pillars and often my guides to recovery.
And so, as the thunder claps and the lightning flashes in celebration over London, Jack and I thank you for changing our lives.