Evicted

It is time that I close this chapter of my life. I feel like I have been consistently stable in my recovery for the last couple of years. I understand, confront, and overcome my triggers because I don’t want them to control me. I have worked so hard to become a person who no one would guess has been through the horrific things I’ve lived. That’s kinda the point of what all this work has been about. I don’t play a victim. I accept and honor my healing process and I know that it is an organic thing, constantly evolving and changing. That’s just life.

My journey to wholeness has been one of transformation. I have learned so much about myself, my resilience, and my ability to endure. I set healthy boundaries with people in my life and I am not afraid to let go of relationships that no longer serve me or that negatively effect me. 

I refuse to be a casualty of my past. In order to do that, I have to stop living there. I have to shut the door on it and refuse to allow it to negatively impact my present and future.

I will leave this blog up and I may check back once in a while. The objective here has always been two fold. Foremost, I wanted to put my story out here for others who have been through something similar to know they are not alone and there is hope. Secondly, I wanted to document my recovery journey, so I could retrospectively reference where I’ve been as encouragement and a learning process.

That said, I am evicting from my life any power my past has over me… forever. It’s a beautiful and inspiring thing to know that I have the ability and strength to make that choice.

Love…. and Peace.

Boundaries

My sister called today to say that she and my mom will be here close to graduation, but that they have to leave the day of my graduation. My sister is moving my mom to be close to her and it requires that she fly in, my mom meets her at my house, and then they drive 2000 miles. I understand that’s a long drive and my sister has a life that doesn’t revolve around me or my mom, but why in the hell would she even come out and spend any time if she’s not going to my graduation.

This goal to attain my bachelor’s degree has been seven (yes, I said SEVEN) years in the making. I changed majors a few times, transferred schools across the country, and got two associate degrees before transferring to a university. This goal isn’t all about me, either. It represents a lot of hard work from my sister, my mom, my daughter, and my husband as well. I feel like it is a huge slap in the face to not have my sister or my mom at my graduation and the party I’ve organized for that evening.