It took years for me to finally put pen to paper, to write my thoughts down. As natural as it would seem, my divorce wasn’t an immediate catalyst for me to catalog my journey. In fact, several years would pass before I would write my first journal. In the beginning, it wasn’t so much about the future, but more about my present situation.  I would write as I talked to God.  Until one day, it changed. 

It was only eight weeks after giving birth to my youngest daughter, Asia.  It was a bittersweet day.  Filled with distress and fear, I held my bright-eyed baby girl wrapped in a pretty pink blanket. 

Can we be real with each other? Can I be transparent with you?  For years I was in denial.  I thought I was fine.  If you asked me how I was doing, my reply quite frequently would be, “I’m doing great.” or “I’m blessed!” I was the opposite of transparent. I was hiding in plain sight..