Today I want to tell you a story. Maybe you can relate to it. Maybe this is your story, too.
Once upon a time, there lived a little boy who never felt like he fit in anywhere. He felt alone and endured a childhood full of physical and sexual abuse. That little boy was damaged and thought he was worthless.
Overtime that boy grew into an insecure man who could never trust people. Always feeling that anyone nice to him only wanted to use him. That man relived his traumatic childhood daily and became scared of the outside world. Instead of leaving his home he would hide away in his home and try his best never to venture into the outside world.
With the help of his wife and his doctor the man started to get better. He began to leave his home. He started trusting people again and finally stopped having flashbacks to his childhood. He felt alive and like he was capable of doing great things.
That boy/man is me. Now the last paragraph hasn’t completely happened yet but I do have one thing I didn’t have a decade ago and that is HOPE. I have hope because I know my wonderful wife Keisa will be by my side holding my hand as I face my fears.