My name is Leslie and I’ve been a fatherless daughter since I was 10 years old. My father died of cancer and left me hurt, lonely and confused. I’d love to tell you that this one incident from my childhood hasn’t affected me every day for the last 20 years of my life but it absolutely has. I’ve lashed out in anger, retreated from the entire world, ran from those who loved me and threw temper tantrums more times that I’m proud to admit. I’ve loved and I’ve loved hard but I never knew quite how to get it right.
I’ve spent a lot of time lately with myself, pushing through the memories, the heartache and the pain. Thinking that someday I would arrive at this complete state of healing and peace. While I have found so much of those things during this process, I have happily learned that healing is a journey and a really beautiful one at that. Only recently have I started to discover that I can turn my pain into a purpose and that I, ultimately, am in control of my life. From heartache to healing, this is my journey and it is just beginning.