Starting Over

My husband and I purchased a house in Arizona for our family in December 2009. I had great plans for a fresh start and fun activities when I moved here but life and consequences inflicted on me by other people's poor choices had something much different in store. What happened afterwards was probably the worst and most difficult experience of my life; Something I would not wish on the most vile of human life.

I am barely starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I still struggle. In fact, some days are still very, very difficult. Almost impossible. I find myself veiled in tears as triggers of painful memories pour over me like Niagara Falls. I am laboring to put one foot in front of the other and move forward. It truly is a shear labor of love some days. Whether people read this blog or not it is my therapy. My opportunity to overcome. My work of mending a totally broken heart.