Tue. May 24th, 2022

A True Story

I am in recovery. This is my story, my video, that I made for a class in grad school. Where words fail, art speaks. I have left this part of my life out of those that I converse with, and I have decided that it needs to be shared; hell my own family doesn’t know the truth about what I’ve experienced, not in its entirety. Going public about this is not easy.

I don’t share this for pity, or sympathy, and I don’t share it to create a monster out of my past…I share this so that others can be aware that damage is created on many levels, not just in addiction. I suffer from severe lifelong depression, anxiety, and I am recovering from physical and emotional abuse, as well as codependency. I’m a firm believer that you either possess compassion or you do not.

There is hope. You can heal. I spent many years changing my own mindset before leaving where I was. I am living proof that once you become aware of your own worth, there is nothing that will stand in your way from becoming the only person you can be: Yourself. Our pasts don’t define who we are, but they have everything to do with how we got to today. Don’t ever question why some people come into your life, or why some people don’t stay. Accept life as it unfolds and allows you to grow. The idea of what could be is what kept me heading in the direction that I needed to follow. I walk this life with my son. No one else has a claim on me.

I never planned on sharing this. I have almost deleted this video several times because I was conditioned to forgive and forget. What I ask that you take from my story is that there are real people suffering things we know nothing about. Listening to what someone else assumes as truth, sometimes could be the farthest from the truth.

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