I have a story to tell. It is my story. It is one of anguish and agony. It is also one of liberation and ecstasy.  It is an extremely personal and internal story; my point of view is one of a kind. My story is not one lightly told, but is is one that I feel a need to tell, or, at least, to write. And so I am planning to write pieces of it here.

The story comes in bits and pieces. It’s jumbled in my mind.  It’s not all clear. It’s fragmented. I hope that writing it down will help me clarify and consolidate it into one clear non-confusing whole. This is my aspiration for this blog. This is why I write here today.

In some ways my story is amazing, and in others it is troubling. I hope and pray that I will have the courage to write it here.