My struggles are real. My story began with a unique awareness of my own existence in this world. Specifically, when I was reflecting after one of many horrific encounters with my adoptive father, Ralph Repost. Or should I say "Mr. Man" as I was commanded to address him (of course, only in private). I am heartbroken but strengthened when revisiting my journal entries. I am thankful because I'm still here. Unfortunately, most entries record years of pain, anguish, confusion, and the hopelessness of abuse as I found myself on a dark, lonely path. Today, I am happy to share I am in a better place. I don't know the conclusion to my story, but I am determined to reach my destiny. As I maneuvered through my teenage years, I finally embraced the truth that the years of heartache and unfathomable pain that I endured was not my fault. The years of abuse that I suffered daily was a result of the sick, perverted actions of a man that only cared about himself and protecting the empire of wealth he had built. He cared more about the 'Repost' name and legacy than he ever cared about me and the pain that he caused. It is still unbelievable to me that I lived the facade as a princess to others, but in reality, it felt like I was living in a dark, cold dungeon. Ironically, I received everything money could buy, except the things I wanted most, love and acceptance. I am thankful to God that therapy is helping me; I am on my way to living life free from the bondage that held me hostage for so long. I must be honest; the uncertainty of my life disturbs my peace as I continue to process the pain. On my quest to be free, I will enjoy a little happiness. My vision for the future will be clearer. And I will find complete healing, which has eluded me for years. This next phase of my life reveals tenacity-because I will never give up, regardless of the many challenges that I still will encounter. I will forever press forward. Please continue with me on this journey I cautiously refer to as my life.
