Survived

🌿 Welcome

Hi, I’m Barbara.

I’m not here because I have everything figured out.

I’m here because I survived.

My childhood wasn’t the kind you put in photo albums or tell funny stories about. It was complicated. Painful. Confusing. And for a long time, silent.

For years I carried it quietly. Smiling when I needed to. Coping how I could. Telling myself it wasn’t “that bad.” Telling myself other people had it worse.

But survival leaves marks. And eventually, those marks ask to be acknowledged.

This blog isn’t about blame. It isn’t about revenge.

It’s about truth. Healing. And the strange, strong miracle of still being here.

I won’t share everything at once. Some things take time. Some stories need breathing space. But I will share honestly, and I will share safely.

If you’re reading this and you know what it feels like to carry a past that still echoes — you’re not alone here.

This is my story.

And maybe, in some way, it will help you hold yours.