Where I’m From…
This story comes from a tag by my beautiful Medium fam member Bonnie. Her story was lovely. I’m always up to participate in these ‘about me’ stories. These stories are a wee bit different then the 10 Things You Didn’t Know About Me. In case you missed it, here’s mine:
10 Things You Don’t Know About Me.
And maybe you could not care less but this morning I woke up to a tag from the ever so lovely and beautiful Deb…
That was a fun one to write!! You’ll see I’m full of surprises 😜
This one might not be as fun or lighthearted. Without further ado, raw, real and no holds barred, here it is…
I’m from Sudbury Ontario, Canada. It is a mining town. It is surrounded by beautiful trees, 300 lakes, hiking trails, blueberry patches (oh how I miss blueberries) plenty of great campgrounds and has the worst winters ever.
I’m from a family of 4 girls raised by a narcissist mother and an ignorant father who were clueless as to how to parent. Physical abuse was the norm, as was total lack of love, encouragement, support or any type of nurturing.
I’m from a neighbourhood of a healthy mix of boys and girls where we started smoking weed and drinking at 13 to numb the pain, any pain, all our pain.
I’m from a life of struggle, uncertainty, confusion, emotional turmoil and identity crisis. Wanting to fit in, wanting to have friends, wanting to be myself but hating who I was all along the way.
I’m from a life of desperately wanting to be loved, accepted and appreciated, no matter what the cost.
I’m from a life filled with fear and never knowing what to do, where to go, or if I’ll ever be ok.
I’m from a life where drugs and alcohol took care of everything. Always.
I’m from a life where rock concerts were safe, fun and a really popular thing. My favourites were Supertramp, Styx, Alanis Morissette, April Wine and Dr. Hook (though I was so stoned for that one I barely remember it but we had such fun!!)
I’m from big hair (oh how I had big hair and thanx to my curls, still do!!), disco balls, spandex (eeep!!), leggings, ridiculous high heels and super short skirts!
I’m from a life of working in bars with strippers and live bands, drinking, smoking weed and staying up til the sun came out, partying with bands and living a groupie life.
I’m from a single mom life, scared, struggling, doing my best to give him the life he deserved. Working 2–3 jobs to make ends meet. Relying on my parents more times than I would have liked. Living in my parent’s basement with my son, desperately trying to figure out life and what my next move was going to be.
I’m from being raised ridiculously strict Catholic (like being dragged out of bed every Sunday morning to go to Church whether you wanted to or not), to dumping the church altogether, and then finding it again when I was trapped in an abusive relationship.
I’m from dreaming big and chasing down each of them and learning many things along the way (like bankruptcy isn’t so bad after all).
I’m from always thinking “I’m worthless and a loser and I will never succeed or amount to anything ever” to completely reinventing my entire life at 53, leaving Canada, working for myself and living somewhere it never ever ever snows (fuck you Sudbury) and making a difference in the world.
I’m from being a hairstylist in a mall in bum fuck nowhere Northern Ontario Canada worrying that I will die working to fulfill someone else’s dream, to putting on my big girl panties, working my fucking ass off, packing it all in, running my own successful Facebook page (620K fans and counting) reaching millions of people each week with my messages of inspiration and motivation and finally realizing that all the shit I went through in my whole life perfectly prepared me for the life I have today ❤
I’m from working hard, hopes and dreams and when no one else believes in you, you gotta believe in yourself. ❤
Peace and Love
xo iva xo
Podcast anyone? ❤