I started blogging in the Fall of 2012
after enduring a lifetime of trauma and neglect from those closest to
me. Prior to that time, my world had spiraled into a web of vices,
addictions, and self abuse. What began as a healing journey, hidden
among the pages of a private blog, soon transformed itself into a way
of repairing my inner wounds.
Once I decided to make my stories
public, I realized I had attained not only an active audience, but a
tremendous support group filled with people who had experienced the
same type of horrendous situations I had. No longer was I alone. In
fact, I was now a voice for those still stuck in the pattern of
abuse.
Unfortunately, the depth of my novels
have also exposed my weaknesses to predators. Because I present a
no-holds-barred account of my past, individuals with personality
disorders see me as the perfect target. Thus, my writing continues as
I surpass each new experience and relationship in my life.
My characters express the ugly
realities and revelations from each of us. I use my own pain as
guided inspiration behind my tales and hope that those who seek truth
can find it somewhere within these pages. My words should be greeted
with caution, as I choose not to hold back on the grim details. This
material is not for sensitive readers and should be taken with a
grain of salt.
Of course, no healing could be complete
without a twinge of humor. As most comedians do, I find that making
fun of myself and others to be a monumental way of releasing built up
frustrations and rage. Especially when the jokes are crass and below
the belt.
Though I write about my personal
experiences; time lines, names, descriptions and sometimes the
endings of my stories have been changed in order to protect the
privacy of those who have inspired me and, of course, prevent a
lawsuit.
As I say in all my books; “This is
not a memoir; It is a highly exaggerated piece of filth. Shame on you
for reading!”
XOXOXOX,
Wendi Bear