Hello Storyteller, welcome to the shitstorm of my life!

I was sexually abused by the kindly neighbor for years. I spent twenty-two years in a marriage to a

narcissist whose communication style of gaslighting and mental and emotional abuse shaped who I was

from sixteen to forty-seven. My mother's death was so prolonged and was so excruciating that one night I tried to smother her with a pillow. Eighteen years later my dad died, in my arms,

drowning in his own juices from smoking two packs a day for sixty years Chaos.

I have done things I still can't write about in my loud voice but one day, I will.

I've kept my sanity and THRIVED because I write my stories and now.... I'm sharing them with you.

Our Story is a safe space for writing and reading life stories - yours, mine, ours. We created this community for all of us to have a place where we can come together anytime from anywhere,

and find common ground in our unique experiences.

I hope you find what I have here and choose to stay, pick a story and start the Our Story.

Journey for yourself.

Love,

Sarah

Executive Director and Rabid Storyteller.