I made this space for myself over a year ago, but couldn’t commit to writing what probably would have been horribly self-indulgent, rambly, heartbreaking posts. Full of self-pity and bargaining for happiness – for me, my daughter, my ex. Looking back over my personal journal entries recently has been enlightening; giving me the gift of perspective and gratitude that I am here, and not there.
So here I am, a year-plus into my adventures in coming out. After having been married to a man – my family, my best friend – for 11 years.