Heartbreak and Demi

I saw a headline from People magazine last night and it really stuck with me.

Life in Danger, the real story of Demi Moore, her breakdown and admission that she needs to be admitted to a treatment facility.

What do we care? The world has real problems and issues, right?

Well, to a great extent I believe that's true, but yeah, I love Demi Moore. Being an 80's girl myself, she's always been a huge star for me. She was married and divorced from Bruce Willis, and so when she met Ashton, I was just grateful to see this woman happy again.

I was married for 14 years and suffered the shock of a surprising and painful divorce from a man that I loved incredibly, so I can relate to her pain. Good or bad, toxic or not, I'd made many sacrifices for the relationship, and the heartache and loss of having to change everything about my life, including losing that person, well, to say it was devastating was an understatement.

Add to it that Demi feels a need to stay young and gorgeous looking because she's Hollywood. I mean, what woman doesn't, but the pressure on her must be incredilbe.

Again, I can relate to that need. Most women probably struggle with that nagging urge.

In 19 days I'll be forty-two years old. Yeah, say that aloud. It's hard to admit and even harder to imagine.

It's honestly taken years for me to get over the trauma, and as they say the only thing that heals a broken heart is time. It's a bitch.

Are there things you can do to speed that recovery along? Sure.

Reinvent yourself when you're ready. Be you, but only better.

Do you have a dream? Mine was writing. I wanted desperately to become a published author, to tell stories, to have something for myself, to have achieved a personal goal.

Did it happen overnight? Hell no. It's been six years since my divorce, I think.

I've had some pretty low points in my life, and trying to survive as a single mother, to raise and support my son in an economy that was failing, finding transportation since I didn't have my own vehicle...it was all hell, frankly.

Six years of climbing out of that hole.

In an instant, one headline brought it all back.

Demi, I wish you all the luck in the world. There are times that I'd do anything to escape that pain, but the wound will never heal if you keep masking it.

In 19 days I'll be forty-two and you know what? I'm feeling pretty damn amazing. I love myself for the first time in years. Me. For who I am. For what I am, flaws and all.

It's a struggle everyday, dealing with life and all it throws in your direction.

After the tragic death of my sister at thirty-six years old, I realized and have made it my personal oath, to never take life for granted. Not one moment because it can be gone with the snap of your fingers.

Divorce, death, heartbreak and loss. It hurts, but focusing upon yourself and making you better, one day at a time...it's the only way to survive, to thrive even.

I'm throwing positive vibes and prayers out there for Demi and anyone living through their own personal hell, whatever that might be.

I'm lucky enough to be doing what I love, writing romances about two people who overcome everything life throws at them and still remain in love, passion and sex igniting their hearts and souls.

What're your dreams? What obstacles have you overcome?

My goal for 2012 is to make it the best year of my life. What's yours?

Have a great day,
Taylor