One of my mom's favorite sayings was "Not everyone was born in the princess room" & I would always finish that remark with "I was born in the pizza box that fell out of the dumpster" worn, used, run over, and overlooked. Let me explain, my mom didn't have the easiest life and she used humor to pull herself out of said dumpster time and time again (I also developed that same sense of delf deprecating humor towards life's travesty's.) Some may have seemingly perfect lives (the princess room) but for all we know the inside of that room could be on fire while others like myself and my mom that fire is visible for all to see despite our efforts to conceal it. Even if the inside of the princess room is on fire, I always wondered what the princess room was like, just to catch a glimpse of life from a different perspective where my fire wasn't ablaze for all to see. I get told all the time how strong and resilient I am. I'm tired of hearing this but I think I would have given up a long time ago if I was used to contained chaos instead of the dumpster fire I've grown accustomed to so maybe that's why I was born strewn from the dumpster, I'm meant to handle life's challenges both contained and chaotic. In true fashion I've followed in my mom's footsteps (with a few happier turns learning from her misfortunes but have had similar struggles). This is where my story begins and where it's born. Welcome to my blog and my journey as I figure this life out and take my dumpster struggles and try to make them into something miraculous.