The beginning...

Waking up me is a double entendre for me. Firstly, it is the start of my realization that I am not who I think I am or thought I wanted to be. Secondly, it is the journey for finding out who I really am, what I desire to be, and how I can get there.
My "waking up" began July 1, 2001 when my (now ex) husband told me he didn't love me anymore. It was then that I realized I didn't love me anymore either and my body and attitude reflected that. When I looked into the mirror, I found an empty shell looking back at me. On July 9, 2001, I decided to take my life back into my own hands and stop living on auto-pilot.


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