We all have them. A dirty little secret. A secret that lives in the back of our minds, and will occasionally dust off the cob webs long enough to pop back in and remind us that it’s still there, and of who we “really” are. For years I’ve avoided mine.  I’ve dreaded moments that would force me to acknowledge my past, and be honest about my experience. It made me feel dirty. As a result, very few people outside of the typical small town rumor mill, know my secret.  Especially those in my “new” life.  But I feel like a big, fat fraud. It feels as if at any moment…