It must be because I like to torture myself… but here we are with such a loaded prompt that I’m sure the internet would collapse under such a weight. My past.
If I began at the beginning, it would be 1984 and we would be in Huntingdon Valley, PA, about 30 minutes outside of Center City Philadelphia… and then if I went to the middle we could be on the wrong side of the door at an inpatient facility or accepting a bachelor’s degree obtained in just 3 years. And nearing the present would be this mom of two scratching her head at such an open-ended, all-inclusive blog prompt.
Instead of hashing through whatever past could should even publicly be shared… I figured I would spend the week searching for my favorite photos. I loved it so much, but was still left pondering- what does it all mean?! What is it about my past that I want to share. So I decided on a timeline, or a where I was, during my life- in photos.
…and that was cathartic!
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