You Know My Name Not My Story
People tell me how strong I am. I did not believe them until a couple of years ago. It took me a long time to see the strength deep down inside of me. Many of the events in my life have broken me and killed my spirits. I felt lower than the ground most days. The pain and heartache I felt made me heartless and cold. Yet I am still standing. My story is not for the faint of heart. I live my life now with no regrets. I am here, and I have a story to tell.