When I share my story about the adults in my life as a child who abused me I hold up a mirror and show them the kind of people they were.
A Child’s Rage, Echoes
a poem about an abused child's rage through the eyes of the adult she has become.
Setting The Record Straight
No more running away, it's time to set the record straight, and the boundaries clearly. Blood doesn't make you family.
The Family I Didn’t Know
Healing childhood trauma is a journey of self-discovery. For me, it's time to begin learning about the origins of my family.
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