Today marks the beginning of "recovery" for me. I have had the worst time writing in a diary since I first began having children—the closest I have come to keeping record of my thoughts/feelings have been the various letters I have fired off to people, or even just random articles/blogs I've written on Facebook… the only purpose for keeping some sort of historical record, I think, is really for the purpose of honestly looking at ourselves, and organizing our thoughts into something from which we can gain perspective of the world around us. This has always been the case for me. A diary or blog means many different things to many different people. For me, it is a means for which I grasp at the truths in my life, as well as examine what else there is out there that we can derive solace, curiosity, even ask questions we may not really want to know the answers to.
My name is Christina, and I am an American--born in Ojai, California, but grew up in Western Colorado most of my young adult life. Nothing about me has ever been "normal"... eccentric up-bringing, painful family drama, loss and new beginnings... in the end, I am who I am because of all that I've experienced and learned. My path is NOT easy, it never has been, and people misunderstand me because I see the world differently than most. We shall see where this "path" leads.....