February 2, 2021, my therapist mentioned that I had ” a lot of trauma and emotions from my childhood to unpack”. The word “unpack” played in my head most of the evening and then again the next day. Today is the next day. At 10:53 am Central time, I decided the best way to unpack was to tell my story.
As a middle aged Latina, I am only now finding my voice. A voice that was forcibly silenced as a child by my father and his addiction. Ergo, the name of the blog “When the Little Brown Girl Unpacked.” My hope is that whomever reads my blog becomes inspired to unpack their own “box” of trauma, emotions, bullshit and other unwanted and unnecessary burdens.
The light bulb is ON! I am not ashamed that I am broken. Being broken is not a permanent affliction. I will right the wrongs by writing the story of my not my life, but the life that I lived through. The scars of mental, emotion and physical abuse run deep within my psyche and I am no longer afraid to expose them to the world.
“What mental health needs is more sunlight, more candor, and more unashamed conversation.” – Glenn Close.
When The Little Brown Girl Unpacked 