I have not lied about my age. Which year will I choose to forgo in the lying. I am 52 years old and there have been hard times and happy times. Very sad times and very traumatic times. I have lived in many different places as a kid and as an adult. I grew up in a large family, raised three wonderful children, divorced, remarried and buried a precious grandson.
I have been through intense counseling, faced horrific memories and was diagnosed as bipolar type 2 in my late 40's. In 5 of those 52 years I got caught up in what I (and a lot of others) thought was a Christian church but realized "oh f**ck I am in a cult" however i don't regret those years I was there because God worked in my heart irregardless of the cult leader's teachings.
I have been with one of my sisters while she buried her beloved husband of 37 years and I was with some of my siblings singing "the Lord is my Shepard" as my dad slipped from this earth. I held my then 16 year old daughter as her 16 month old son was unplugged from life support and he quietly and softly took his last breath and then as we buried him.
I have cried with intense pain and laughed with sheer joy. I have shared fun times with friends and family but also sorrowful times. I have experienced loneliness and dark deep pits that seemed impossible to get out of and then experienced the joy as I saw the light up ahead and moved towards it.
So no I have not lied about my age because each year has brought me to who and where I am today and I would not choose to forgo any of those years and the memories each one brings.
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