I grew up in a brown house, on the corner of a middle-class street, in a conservative, New Zealand town. The only things missing, were the white picket fence, a dog and safety. It’s amazing what a lack of safety can do to a child. My life became like the scattered pieces of a puzzle… I’m now trying to put the pieces back together.
I’m more than just a survivor of abuse. I’m also a daughter, sister, librarian, cynical, and wanna be photographer. But, for my own sense of safety, this blog will focus on my healing.