Finding the Lost
At this point it has been 913 days since my world imploded. No, I didn't actually know this, I looked it up. Point is, if you've been following, you may wonder where in this journey did I arrive to being able to write this. Throughout the the healing process I kept reading and hearing about finding yourself again. What does that even mean, I'm a mom, a teacher, a daughter, a friend...this is who I am. I am not lost, I just had a very important piece of my life leave. I'm still here. But that was an absolute LIE. Who did I give up over these past 24 years, what was taken from me, who really am I, who WAS I? Throughout the dating attempts, it was always the same questions. What do you like to do? What do you do for fun? Well I'm a full-time mom and teacher. Oh and handles of Tito's is my comfort food. There isn't much left. These questions made m...