Trigger warning - sexual abuse, bulimia, depression and Flashbacks. I will never forget Christmas 2006. I was sixteen and my then boyfriend chose Christmas day to break up with me. It was my first relationship and I was crushed. Or how about Christmas 2008. When my crazy brain decided to choose Christmas day to remember that I had been sexually abused 3 years earlier. Finally how about last Christmas, the first without my uncle and with a grandmother that now has Alzheimer's. The point is I understand emotional pain in the holidays. I've worn the painted smile for the sake of not ruining Christmas for my loved ones, when inside I felt lost, alone and emotionally drained from carrying something so heavy. The worse for me was 2008, the pain of realizing that I, miss ' pure princess waiting on Gods best" had lost the most precious thing to me to a rape and sexual assault, was so painful I could barely breath. My faith took a hit, I chose to c...
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