A Memoir in the Making

Starting to write something I want to share publicly isn’t simple. That’s why I’m doing it. I’ve been sharing parts of myself with people for years, in conversation and on mediums such as Facebook and Twitter. Yet, I feel like I haven’t been talking about the parts of me that really make me, me. The hard truths. The tough life experiences and relationships that have shaped who I am today.

I thought about writing a memoir and quickly realized I would have to reveal a lot. Things no one knows. It’s a terrifying and liberating idea.

On some issues I’ve done the work and while something tried to define me, it’s also behind me. On other issues, I’m right in the middle of them and doing the work to understand them live, right here, right in front of you.

That feels a little foolish. And risky. It’s both. But I’m not going through life with a lot of people right now. This is for my people. Whoever you are, wherever you are.

Consider this site my memoir in the making.

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  1. Cady I think we have a lot in common. I have thought of someday sharing the rest of my story as well but to be honest the thought of doing it terrifies me. I grew up ina very abusive situation and I hav overcome a lot but sharing the entire story is the hardest thing I could ever do. Maybe someday. Thanks for sharing the little glimpse of who you are 😊

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    1. Hi Andrea! It took me a long time to realize how my life was shaped by the actions of other people. I like how you phrased it – the rest of my story. That really sums up what I’ve been thinking about writing. The rest.

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