My First Entry

I thought this might be a fun experiment. Kinda like a diary, but online for the world to see. Or at least what I want the world to see.

I am many things, to many people and yet most of thse identities do no scorr from one person to the next. A mother, a friend, a professional, a college graduate, a volunteer, an avid crafter, reader and shopper, a wife, a niece and a cousin. I am no longer a daughter, or granddaughter, or sister, which leaves me sad each time I think of it.

I am empowered, I am strong, I am brave, I am tenacious. I am also scared and frightened and feel overwhelmed.

I suppose this could all be solved by a visit to a good therapist and the pharmacy, but many of us are all of these people. Sometimes they all appear in one day.