My Name Is Sandra

Long story made short.

I grew up in a home with an alcoholic, abusive father.  

The abuse was in every form imaginable.

There was sexual abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse, and lifelong threats.

I spent in early adulthood hiding from him.

I spent my later adulthood accusing him.

I have spent my last few years, addressing the pain he forced me to endure.

More about me later, but for now, just know, my name is Sandra