One thing I can say with truth and conviction is that life has not been kind to me. Yet, somehow, I persist. It helps my situation that I still look DAMN good ... even now I'm old enough to add, "for my age." 

I have come so far. I am so proud of how far I have carried myself. And make no mistake, *I* got me here. I can still hear the gaslighting in my head, but now I couldn't care less what it says. I am free. 

Navigating new connections has been a battlefield at times. Deciding who to trust comes easy, but I have been rebuilding my self esteem and rediscovering my self worth. I have been building an entirely new life. Which is one reason why I am often absent, dear reader. I am getting my myriad health conditions under control, finally. I'm finding worthwhile people. Life for me is very good. 

I always knew I was meant to be a Domme. Everyone else has always gotten that vibe from me, too. I needed to create a space where it was safe for me to be vulnerable and process my ptsd, in order to rise to that occasion where I am Dominant (in a bdsm sense). So, I enjoyed being a sub for a while, while I created my safe space. Now that I have that, I can do literally anything. Maslow was right.