Everyone tells a story of who they are. A story of who they think themselves to be. As a young child parents tell our story for us. When I became old enough to tell my own story I told a story of a girl who was afraid, insecure, intensely emotional but happy. When I first got married I lost the parts about fear and most of the insecurity. However, over the years, even though reality changed my story wasn't being altered much. Few if any really heard the chapters about the silent hell I was living, in fact much of the time I didn't tell it to myself. I was telling a fabulous story about a beautiful family that was content and happy and a woman who possessed inner joy. So when the time came to face reality head on no one was prepared for it, especially me. The story I was now telling was so much different than the one before and many were not interested in hearing it while others thought it a piece of fiction. Perhaps that only made me feel the need to tell it over and over again till I would find enough people to listen to it, to believe it, help me make sense of it and change it. That story became like a broken record. It played over and over again in my mind. The story was about a helpless, pitiable, victim that was in need of saving. In an attempt to change my story I started to tell a story of martyrdom. But basically the theme was really the same as it always had been. It wasn't until my closest and dearest friend kindly pointed that out to me, that I realized that I really needed to write a new story of who and what I am now. I'm incredibly grateful to her for that because now I'm telling a new story. It's got humor, intrigue,drama, plot twists, action and adventure; but mostly it's a 'feel good' story. Oh my story will have some heartache and a few tears in them too but I hope that all my friends and family who love me will be able to perceive the differences and appreciate this new story. Quite honestly I hope they'll help me write it. Because without them, there really isn't much of a story.
