I used to think I was the strongest person I knew. I have lived, survived, and even succeeded despite abject poverty, childhood abuse, and a variety of life challenges. I have since discovered that I was not nearly as strong as I thought I once was. I have a lot of issues I have buried deep inside and haven’t really addressed even though I thought I had. This is my journal about my recovery and hopefully my future as a strong, healed, wholesome person.