My name will be anonymous as I want to be able to tell my full truth without being super concerned of how what I say could impact others. This is my story, my version, how I felt and feel. Others will claim they are the victim. I do not consider myself a victim. I don’t even consider what happened to me to be that big a deal, but apparently my soul does because I feel rage when I keep it trapped. So this is my way of letting it out hopefully for my own personal healing. If you read, thanks? If you relate, I’m sorry? I hope this helps someone else.
I’m a mom. A wife. A sister. An aunt. A daughter. I have a corporate job and a newer business. I’ve done real estate and photography. I have a masters degree in business management. I’m quiet. I’m mostly introverted. I’m weird. Possibly ADHD or maybe even on the spectrum. Who knows. TikTok makes everyone feel like they have it. I don’t care to get diagnosed because so far, I’ve been okay. According to one friend, I figured out my workarounds early on.
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Whispers of My Truth 