Its like I am Ann-Marie. Everything that did and didn't
happen, did and didn't happen to me. Its my life. Its my
story. Its extreme. I survived childhood being invisible,
adolescence by being visible (through over compensating and
rage) and from my twenties doing both and learning to
understand me. And I have done the hard yards. I have chosen
the right people to like love and hold me. I have been in
grief AND I am strong, brave and courageous in the face of
layers and layers of physical and emotional pain from
external events I didn't cause. How amazing is that?
