( Disclaimer… I am not an english major and I type the way I talk… sorry not sorry)
So with my story I struggle on where to actually begin… Do I start all the way at the beginning? Or do I start with the last time I saw my mom as a child? Or after my surgery when I started having flashbacks? It’s so hard to choose because when I tell the story I always catch myself say , “wait hold on let me back up…” I have seriously started this I think 5 times over the past year. To no avail though I give into fear and leave it in drafts until it’s relevance wears off. So I think I’ll start when I’m 5 and this dream that has literally stuck with me for 31 years…
I remember in my dream waking up and looking around and being a little confused of my surroundings but also aware that today was the day that I start a new life with a new house, new school, and new name. Would anyone know? Why do I feel so weird? Why is it no matter how hard I try I can’t remember anything? Then all of a sudden I can see someone standing across a kitchen counter from me holding out their arms… I must be a baby because I can barely move my legs to walk across to her, before I can reach her I wake up again but for real this time…. Same new house, same new life, same new name… same struggle of remembering anything before waking up in this house.
Flash forward to when I am 8 years old… I remember the first time I picked up the book at the school library. What book you say? Well the very book that would turn my life upside down…. see I didn’t remember anything before I started this new life in a new town with a new name I guess time had blocked it out. So back to the title of the book…. The Face on The Milk Carton… who else read that book as a kid???
Little did I know that it would bring things up in me that I didn’t even know were there… tune in to pt 2 as I continue to share this journey.