After much thought and a lot of internal debating, I’ve decided to tell my story.
I can tell you that my story won’t come out in order or all at once. I’ve only stuck one toe out of my closet in my dreaded first step.
Here it is: foot on ground.
* my story *
I am the daughter of a hoarder.
I am her middle child, the most successful career-wise, and probably the one she loves the least.
I left home at eighteen and moved to another state. Too embarrassed to tell anyone, I’ve kept this secret my whole life. It’s caused me nothing but pain and heartache.
There, it’s done, the secret is out and you know what this blog will be about.