I remember when I first decided to write my Memoir, it was not so much for myself but for others who might be suffering with this diagnosis. The one important thing I forgot was the fact that I was suffering too. I have always put others before me because in my heart as a child I never thought I was worth anything and everyone else was important but not myself. I always thought I was such a generous person but in reality it was not generosity it was because I felt I had no value. I think of those thoughts today and it makes me feel so very sad because I was such a wounded child and I did not even know the truth. I could feel so sad right now and I know I will in time but now my sharing with others is more important. I love it when others share with me and I can share with them. This is our gift.
What is the greatest gift you can give to your children?
My senses are awakened when I am by the ocean.