Here I am. “Trying to sort through my baggage and make sense of it all with a little blog therapy”. That is my intro line and the gist of this whole thing.
I am a soon-to-be-thirty-something girl. Mother to a little Angel. Wife to a passionate Rebel with many causes. Stay-at-home-mom (that loaded SAHM acronym!). Part-time daily-grinder. Frustrated artist within. Awkwardly impulsive communicator.
Camille is only my name here. A childhood friend just gave life to her first daughter, just as I chose to give life to my story. There is more to it, but it seemed appropriate to symbolically marry the two acts with a same epithet. The internet is a wonderful place to exert some form of anonymity. We shall see how long it lasts.
This blog came to life because I was the daughter of a man that I’ve been afraid to call a Monster. I am still his daughter in the genetic sense, but no longer in the meaningful, real world sense. Making that transition has been traumatic, depressing in the clinical way. I was living under a looming dark cloud and it has hovered over me ever since, with varying degrees of density. Writing in this here weblog, I hope to finally break through the darkness. Here’s hoping for a ray of light — and no further clichéd metaphors.
