I've had many diaries in the past. This isn't the first, and it probably won't be the last, but this one will be different. I'm hoping that today will be the first day of the rest of my life. So much has happened I feel I've lost myself in the process and I've got to try and find myself, maybe for the first time in my life. I've heard that writing things down can be therapeutic, so I'm banking on that. I need therapy.
I've been struggling to deal with the abuse I suffered as a child. I was repeatedly molested and raped by my stepfather, until I became pregnant when I was sixteen.
Now I'm struggling to raise the now six year old product of that abuse, on top of taking care of a new baby and a husband. On the outside, my life looks happy and normal, but I'm anything but.
