Then and Now - Another Blog Beginning





I look at these photos I found. The photo on the left was a selfie I took 3-4 years ago. I remember that day. It was hard. My marriage was hard... and if you look closely, you can tell I had been crying. I remember sitting in the kitchen surrounded by dirty dishes on every inch of counter space, having just put my toddler down for a nap by myself, while my husband sat in the front room of our 900 sq. ft. house after an argument that left me knowing that I wasn't enough. I let that weight begin to sink me. It wasn't hard for those tears to start flowing as I felt the world on my shoulders, knowing that I would be solely responsible for washing those dishes, making dinner, and sorting through THE MESS.

The photo on the right - A new kitchen, different hair, (better lighting), - present day. I am still solely responsible for the dishes on the counter, putting a toddler down for a nap, and getting dinner on the table. I still feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, and I still cry sometimes as this weight presses on my shoulders. Yet in this new mess as a single mom, I am seeing miracles.

  

So I give birth to a new blog...my third progeny. If you would like to know some of the reasons for my return to the blogging world, you can read about them here. (Psst... it isn't for the money... or because all the cool kids are doing it... because that was like 10 years ago). But in the years and months since I took that photo on the left, I have drawn strength from those who have had the courage to share a little of their journey with the world. I was a casual reader of their heartache and struggle... and will be forever grateful to them for being brave enough and vulnerable enough to allow me to peek into their lives so that I could learn that I am enough and that it is okay for me to finally say "enough is enough." This is my way to pay it forward. 

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