Hi! I’m Sarah. I’m so excited you are here! Thanks for being a part of this journey with me.

So, I thought I’d start from the beginning to get this blog rolling.

I was born and raised in Winston-Salem, North Carolina but I’ve been living in Georgia for the almost 15 years. I have an older sister, a younger sister and a younger brother. Both of my parents are still alive and continue to live in NC.

My husband and I will celebrate our 14th wedding anniversary on December 13th and we have 3 BEAUTIFUL girls. We are in the process of looking for land, to build our dream home; which has been a lifelong dream of mine. I officially left my corporate job on September 30th, and I’m 100% focused on my passions and my, now, “full-time” side hustle.

I’m new to this blogging thing, and I’m excited to finally get my story out there. Blogging and telling my story is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time, but I’ve been pretty hesitant until now. You see, my story, probably like many of you, comes with quite a bit of heartbreak, tragedy, struggle, and pain. Most of the experiences that happened to me were not of my own doing, some of them were, but all-in-all that rough road has led me here. To you. So here we go!

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There is NO doubt that I was definitely a CUTE kid. I can see where my girls get it from!

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As you get to know me, you’ll find that I can’t talk about the early years of my life. For some reason, I don’t have any memories of my childhood (I do have some theories as to why that is). I can occasionally conjure up a fleeting moment, but it’s usually something sad or strange. Like, I have this odd memory of being roughly 5 years old sitting at the lunch table in kindergarten. I was wearing a dress, maybe red, or maybe the shoes were red… that parts unclear, but I was drinking milk. I know that doesn’t sound off to you, but the odd part is I hate milk. Like, despise it. Makes me GAG even thinking about this memory. Isn’t that odd?? Do you have memories of your childhood that stand out as odd to you?

My next memory is when I’m maybe 10 years old and, sorry, but it’s one I’m not ready to talk about yet. I’m working through it.

Then my thoughts and memories start becoming clear around 14. It makes me sad to think that I don’t have memories of birthdays, special events, vacations, visiting family, etc. Nothing bad, nothing good. It’s just empty, or maybe hidden is a better word.

One of the main reasons I’m starting this blog, is for therapy. Writing, and music, brings me comfort and helps me work out what is going on in my head. It’s therapeutic for me to put words on paper. Sadly, it’s been many years since I’ve really been able to sit down and write what is in my heart. But I’m ready now, and I thought I’d take you along for the journey.