So like, who am I?

Let's skip the resume and get down to basics. I am 44 years old. I am a mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, friend, and Army veteran. I have many stories in me that will be told. I will tell them all truthfully and painfully. I will laugh and I will cry as I write them but they will be written. So why now? Well, anybody that has suffered a trauma knows about triggers and over the last couple of years I have had many but the last 2 years have been rough. I barely survived 2019 and 2020 was full of what the fuck. And I mean what the actual and entire fuck. Yet, here I sit, drinking my amaretto and typing away which is pretty funny that I am drinking since I have been on and off that wagon a lot the last 18 months. To be quite frank, if I had started in therapy a lot sooner I probably would not drink so much. Let me reword that. If I had remained in therapy more consistently throughout my life, food and alcohol would not be a crutch. See, addiction is an issue in my family. It's the reason why I hop from one vice (alcohol) to another (food) so easily. I added a tab with contact information for survivors of rape (like me), anyone who has contemplated suicide (like me), anyone who has struggled with maintaining their mental health (like me). See there are a lot of you just like me, and if you just trust this process and this journey, I hope we find our voices together and begin to live the lives that we deserve.