Some may remember a post about a tragedy in our family nearly a year and a half ago. Someone young and immature used it to bully, humiliate and try to exploit the person at the center of that post—so I took it down. It’s sad that someone can go through something so traumatic, struggle to find their value again after they feel they were robbed of it, nearly give up the battle, and then find the will to fight their way back—only to have someone use the story they found about it to try to ruin that survivor.
Maybe some day I’ll republish it, but for now, it’s going to be unpublished.
I’ve tried to figure out what to do here. I have so much to say, things I’d like to share with others to help them feel supported, inspired and hopeful. But unfortunately, as proven by the necessity of taking down my last post, sharing my story doesn’t just impact me, but those I love who are also part of that journey.
I’m not giving up, but I’m deciding once again how much I’m willing to share and put myself out there. Not because of how it may impact me, but because I’m fiercely protective of those I love.
My family is doing well though. I’m so blessed to have them in my life. My husband and children are an inspiration to me. I see the things they’ve gone through, lessons they learned in the most painful of ways, and how hard they’ve fought to become who they are and I’m just in awe. I’m so thankful for my life.
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