I had a past and I own it. Writing has helped significantly in putting it behind me. It will always be there, but I have a better perspective on it and am a fairly confident woman these days. Growing up I always had a self-esteem problem. In other words, I had none.
I have very few childhood memories or should I say happy ones. The only ones I seem to have are bad or traumatic stories.
Behind closed doors is a glimpse into a chapter in my life of being previously married to an alcoholic. Nobody knew what was going on behind my doors.
It was my job to make Christmas happy for my children, so I fought the underlying sadness when my kids were small. To this day, no matter what gift anyone gives me, I won’t be happy. I will say thank you and pretend,