If someone had only believed in me as I was growing up, encouraged me to reach my full potential, and loved me unconditionally, I could have followed my dream. I could have been someone that I chose to be.
Instead, I live the life that I was told to live because I wasn’t “good enough/intelligent enough/talented enough” to follow my passion and my dream.
I was told that I’d “never get an interview” because I wasn’t good enough. I got that interview. However, the constant degrading and abuse of my character and of my dreams were trampled upon, daily, and I became lost and despondent. Layers of abuse leading to decades of prescription drug addiction to mask the pain.
I exist in a life that is not by choice now as I am of a certain age and lost so many years in my addiction.
The silver lining is my 10 1/2 years of sustained sobriety, and the deep love of my family and other special people.
Now I give to my children what I did not get. I believe in their ability to achieve everything they dream of, and I encourage them to never give in, or give up.
I plant a seed and then step back and allow the seed to grow as they would like to grow their grit, their craft, and to shape their life, even as full grown adults, and I support them every step of the way.
Love,
Wendy
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