I’ve been hiding. In my youth I hid behind perfectionism and dance. As I entered my teens, I hid behind sexual promiscuity, drugs, alcohol and fashion. My twenties saw me hiding behind cocaine, expensive clothing and a certain ‘privileged’ lifestyle. Mental illness provided me with pills. Pills helped me hide from life.
In later years, I stopped using drugs and alcohol and instead I hid behind my work, my accomplishments, my sobriety and my children.
What was I hiding from? I was hiding from the truth. The pain. The horrible shame. I was hiding from the fact that I was sexually abused as a child. I was ‘coping’.
I thought it would be okay to live a half of a life …that was until I decided one day that I did not want to live at all and so I sought help. I finally told a therapist about the sexual…
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