I grew up drowning in fear, shame, and rejection. That’s all I knew. I viewed everything through the lens of shame. Even when nobody was shaming me, I did it for them. It was automatic because that’s just how my mind worked.
Shame wasn’t something I just felt. I wore it. Like a fine garment. Moving through life I added accessories to the shame…. fear, bitterness, jealousy, envy, rejection upon rejection, self-hate, cynicism. Eventually it turned into anger. Not just a little anger, but something hot and constant, just below the surface. Alcohol was added to fuel the flames until it became a simmering rage at the world that could erupt at the slightest provocation such as a comment, a look, or dirty dishes left in the sink at the end of the day.
Living this way took a toll. I was mentally, emotionally, physically exhausted. There was a gaping emptiness that couldn’t be filled.
But God…
Welcome, I'm Betty!
I enjoy reading, writing, puzzles, coffee, deep conversations, and long walks that allow my mind to wander. I strive to provide a safe space for others to share their stories, because I believe that healing begins when we are seen and heard. Life is often messy and hard. I write about things that many of us carry quietly – addiction, healing, relationships, triggers, trauma, growth, connection.
Love,
Betty Andrassy