Why do we bother telling our stories? What if no one ever reads our pain, shares in our joy, or is there to help push us through the tough times? Why do I bother keeping up this blog? Maybe it’s because my heart feels more free after telling the universe my story. The story my mother never accepted as true. The story that was written on tear stained pages and slow healing like an old wound. I tell my story because doing so helps life suck a little less.