First blog post

It wasn’t until I found myself in a domestic violence shelter a year and a half ago that I finally learned that the men I have had in my life pick me for a reason and that reason is NOT love.  I was raised by a mentally disordered mother and a father that was never around. I have one older sister who I have never been close to.  I have though tried to have relationships with both my mom and sister and nothing good became of it.  As for my dad… it wasn’t until I nearly lost my life from a tension pneumothorax (collapsed lung) that he came back into my life.  Unfortunately,  he lost his life to terminal brain cancer not to long after our reunion.  I do though feel very grateful for the time we did have together it was very healing.