Growing up began like that of any other family… A caring mom, and encouraging dad and what in many ways was love. I have such good memories from my childhood years of people who longed to see me achieve my best and rooted for me against any odds. However as I came into my late teens and watched as alot of secrets of my family began to reveal themselves, I was forced to examine my past. For my brother and two sisters, it often seemed like they had no fond memories. Which for so long seemed odd to me, becuase I always tried to remember those memories to keep me going through the tough times.
Suffice it to say, I came to find that my family had become quite secretive and closed off. On the outside we posed as the bland american family. However in the walls of our house, trouble was stirring. The puppetry and blind motions we were acting out, were no longer enough to keep the family together. Eventually the seperation of my parents and the eventual divorce split my family apart. As the kids of the family we began to see a whole different side to these role models we had looked up to as perfect for so long. And in so many ways Im happy for such a revelation. However the haunting truth still came with its burdens.
A couple years past all these tragedies, our lives are more full, happy and vibrant but at the time, we found ourselves numb. And in all honest truth, for good amount of time, we resided ourselves in pure ignorance which I think really hurt us for a while. As we move foward into new times where our family is no longer one, I have to try to just find the good in everyone, find common ground and rebuild from there. Its a long road but im traveling down it the only way i know how….