I am constantly looking for places that provide support because I deal with Complex-PTSD. All of you that struggle with this will know all too well what it is like. I have been recently going on about my second month on therapy. The last time I saw a therapist is when I was 16 and she was not any help. She told everything that I would share with her so I never spoke with her again. A big portion of my life and yes while growing up from a toddler until I reach my early teens. In my teens I started to get more vocal so my abuser decided to discard me. Anywho Ill share more on this later on.
I am 34 years old, I live in Texas and have been here for 16 years. I originated in Texarkana, TX. I was adopted by my mom's brother and his wife. They both had 2 boys but was not biologically my uncles children. I didnt get to know much about the place where I was born only because at the age of 4 we all moved to Louisiana. I grew up there until I turned 13 and then I was given the decision to go back to my biological mother. I never saw any of them again. The story of course goes alot deeper than that and I will be writing more on the subject here. It doesnt hurt anymore to talk about my past but my emotion does like to wonder a bit. This is all Ill begin with here thank you for accepting me. Happy recovery everyone. I plan to rise as high as I can and be better than ever.
Notice: Most pictures that I show is my own original work. I am a photographer only as a hobby for now.