Our lives only improve when we take chances and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves.
My name is Evelina. I’m 37 years old, married, with kids. My stories are not easy to tell. I struggle with the details of my life daily and somewhere along the way, I’ve lost the person I am meant to be.
It’s nothing short of a miracle that I survived my childhood. Very few people (if any) that have suffered at the hands of an abuser can come out in the end unscathed.
I am looking for healing even though I know that may never be the case but, I can’t continue on like I have been. I won’t survive.
In pursuing healing, I am hoping to find myself again so that I can give her back to my family.