I never thought I would ever publicly share this part of my story. The majority of my therapy, anxiety, depression, etc. center around this.
It’s by far the most vulnerable thing I’ve ever shared. However, it’s a huge part of my story. It’s something that made me feel wrong, embarrassed, broken and stupid.
Even unworthy of having a daughter of my own. It wasn’t something I could find others blogging or talking about, so I thought I was alone.Read more on themighty.com