Well. Here we are. I have not yet decided how much of myself to reveal, in words or in pictures, but I do plan on baring more of myself here than I ever have before.
I am in the process of breaking free of my pretty prison, both literally and figuratively. It will have to be figuratively first; I have to rediscover myself, my strength, my ability to be in command before I can literally break free. That's partly what this blog is all about.
I need to find myself again.
I have been waiting so long to be loved, finally, by the man I married that I forgot how to love myself. I allowed him to show me in a million different ways how unlovable and ridiculous I am. I lost myself in the pain of allowing someone else to control how I see myself and how I see the world around me.
He might have me trapped where I am for the time being, but he will not hold my spirit any longer. I have decided that I will make the best of my pretty prison, that I will be as free in my mind as I want to be in reality until such a time as I can truly escape.
Welcome, then, to my pretty prison.