Today is the two-year anniversary of uncovering my repressed memories.

I wanted to write some weighty post on how significant the day felt for me, but honestly ...

It felt like a normal day.

My first thought was,

"Wow, how amazing is it that part of my trauma doesn't phase me."

And it is. It's amazing and ...

a little sad.

As I heal, my ego clings desperately to the past. Clings to this identity I've built for myself.

Who am I if not the girl who survived child sexual abuse?

The girl who created such mental resilience because of it?

The girl who trusted God and in the end, was given the kingdom of heaven?

But these are stories,

And one day, I know deep down,

I won't need them.

Perhaps as I continue to write my memoir these identities will slowly fall.

But as for today, I am this person. I'm proud of who I am.

And I'm happy today was a normal day.