One morning I woke up finding that I had become a bit of an internet sensation. Emails, comments to my blog like I had never gotten before, messages on Facebook… Each one more awful than the next. Words and phrases like “cunt,” “bitch,” “kill yourself,” “you’re a terrible person,” were used in these messages. Even Mr. Sexy and our families and close friends received disturbing messages like this.
I have read this cheesy phrase in many instagram posts. The hard truths behind that statement, though, have been realized recently. I have spent the past few months questioning my abilities every day. I have asked God where we went wrong so many times. In the back of my mind, the idea of quitting was following me around everywhere I went.