Today is my birthday.
As we grow older, birthdays seem to mean less and less. But every year I stop and look back at my life. All I’ve accomplished. All I have been through. And this year, that leaves me thinking of you.
You see, we all have our own stories. We all have different experiences, different pasts, and different presents. But we all have a lot in common too.
So today, I want to share some of my story.
As I was thinking about what to share I thought of a lot of things I could share. I could tell you that I am a cancer survivor, that I have a prosthetic, and the teasing I endured as a child because of it. I could focus on the guilt I felt from my parents’ divorce. The shame I felt after being abused by my step-father. I could tell you about how my first husband cheated on me and then left me for the other woman. I could tell you that my son was born with cancer and will most likely be legally blind before he turns 18. I could share a story of emotional and physical abuse.