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Author – Photographer – Survivor – ACoA – Single Mom

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Even as a teenager, I always felt that there was nothing wrong with me, even despite sometimes being told otherwise. Coming from an alcoholism and abusive home you'd think I would. But, there was something in me that saw things as they were. I saw the turbulent chaos of others actions and the incidents they caused. Yes, I eventually picked up on some bad behaviors and patterns and victimized myself in return, but thankfully I worked through a lot of that and never really carried a lot of shame. I popped the patterns of learned generational dysfunction. And, I found my way to my real self before all the hurt, turmoil, and pain buried who I truly am. I hope for everyone that reads the picture or what I just wrote that you remember and find your way back to your true self. ❤ What you do today, affects tomorrow. ❤ Remember that you are always thought of. Much love ❤
One of the most challenging things I began doing early in my healing (recovery) was trying to set up boundaries with my alcoholic parent. I was a single mother, raising a son on my own. The last thing that I needed was being interrupted by a phone call that would either trigger me or leave me feeling emotionally depressed or abused because she'd be belerigently drunk. When I moved back to L.A. when my son was 5 1/2 months old, I didn't give my parents my landline telephone number. This was back when we didn't live off cell phones. It was the only way to keep my sanity and them in my lives on my terms. Sometimes it's also necessary for you to give you time to focus on your healing and health! ❤ What you do today, affects tomorrow. ❤ Remember that you are always thought of. Much love ❤
Isn't that the truth! I've met people that I feel comfortable with and even one that felt like home. And I've met people that think we're the same because we've had similar extremely difficult situations happen in our lives. Nope. Sorry, but just because there might be similarities in our dysfunction or childhood, we might be in different places on our journey and healing. I can understand you. I can understand your pain. But, we are all differently unique. We must each find ourselves and the life we want. ❤ What you do today, affects tomorrow. ❤ Remember that you are always thought of. Much love ❤

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Driving thru Santa Barbara
Driving thru Santa Barbara
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View of SB
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