So I live on the same island I was born. Day to day, I split firewood, do yard work, garden and I have a job at the local pub in my old home town. I live on 12 acres, my husband of three years is a sports fisherman, who does 110 day season with no days off.

He suffers from PTSD, Social Anxiety Disorder and Depression. Stemming from a logging accident he was in when he was in his early 20's where a debris fire shot a paint can and hit him in the head, he lost an eye in the accident.

Me, I grew up the Pentecostal church, where I was brainwashed and manipulated, riding on the highs and lows of religion, speaking in tongues. I was molested from the age of 8-12, physically abused by my father, and abandoned by my support group when I left the church. At 21 I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia and Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Depression and Panic attacks. In my younger days I self harmed and was bulimic, but these issues cleared up after I left the church.

I really have been doing much better in the last two years than I ever did before, but still sometimes issues creep up, sometimes I get overwhelmed.

Anyways. That's all I feel like writing.