From the Ashes

I'm writing this late at night. I can't sleep again. My stomach is twisting and turning, the reason I'm writing now.
I have a little girl coming. My little Harley. She is due in November. So why not start now?
I want to write the truth about the person I am, the person I have become. The things that have shaped me.
This story is the truth. A thing that is painful to write, and probably not something fun to read. I will be blunt and describe things that may trigger some. It involves suicidal thoughts, abuse, rape, and probably some language. Of course there is good. My husband mentioned today, "This year has had its good moments, and it's rough hours." It is the same in this story. I can't tell about a traumatic experience without also mentioning the sweet times. The romance. The teaching moments. This is a story of mixed genres. It will be romantic, horrifying, dark, and yet there will be a light. Remember, if things look bad, there is always hope. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
This is my story.