Like most girls, journaling was an important part of my life when I was growing up. It was my favorite way of expressing my deepest most intimate thoughts, feelings, ideas and experiences without fear of judgment or rejection. I didn’t have to explain myself to anyone, nor did I have to apologize for my tone. I was free to say what was on my heart and mind without restriction; it was my safe space.

What made my journal safe was the fact that I had never shared it with anyone before. No one knew the intimate details that made me who I am, a reality that felt more lonely than it did safe. That all changed when I was 14 years old and I allowed someone to read my journal from beginning to end. The experience forever changed my relationship with journaling and has probably had the biggest influence on my decision to start blogging.

A lot has changed since I was a little girl. Now, 42 years old, with 14 1/2 years of married life under my belt, raising seven children (three young adults, three teenagers and an 8 year old) my deepest most intimate thoughts, feelings, ideas and experiences are often times scary and dark…but the desire to be known, understood and accepted remains. Therefore, without further ado, I give you— A Safe Space!