So here goes.. I love the anonymity of the internet. You don't know me (except what you read) and I don't know you. My kind of socialization. :)


Forgive me, I am not a great blogger by any means.
And my life is probably pretty boring.

Me. I am still learning about me. What an interesting and frightening discovery. I have never really allowed myself to dwell on me and who I am and think about the choices I have made. I realize now that I only hurt myself with my inability to communicate. And I hurt others. I don't know how to make up for that. And so I berate myself. Constantly. And was I even capable of making smart choices back when I was young? Freud will never get me to blame my mother but at the same time, I got to do whatever I wanted. No was not an option and I never heard it. I didn't do chores, I didn't do laundry. I didn't even have to clean my own room. If I wanted something, I asked and received. I grew up with a pedigreed dog. I had two horses. I got a car. Anything I wanted was mine for the asking.

I don't remember being afraid all the time when I was that age. I don't know when that even came into play. I think I was ill prepared for life and when REAL life hit, I didn't know what to do.