I was abused from the time I was a wee baby until I ran away from home at age 18. Without knowing it I continued the patterns that had been ingrained in me into my young adulthood.
At 28 years old I met the most amazing person who became my best friend. We would talk for hours on the phone and online. We finally met Labor Day of 1999. By Labor Day of 2000 we moved me 500 miles to PA and I, for the first time in my life, experienced not only a love I never knew but a sense of safety and peace. Over the next 12 years I would continue to become stronger in knowing that I was safe and loved and today am learning who I am with my "chosen" family and friends who love me very much. I am finding myself through the love of others.