Forty-six years ago, my father lay in the snow all night,
after having been beaten, and robbed. All for the 10.00
he had in his wallet. He later died from exposure. In other
words, he froze to death. At forty years old, he
left us.
My mom was left alone to raise me, and my two older sisters.
I was six and my sisters were 10 and 12.
For the next four decades of my life, I fought a war with mental
illness, addiction, and self-destructive behavior which eventually
led to the loss of my children in 2005. Today, I know
it was all the result of not being able to adequately feel, and
express that early trauma. After looking for help everywhere,
I found freedom when I was finally able to face, feel, and resol-
ve the trauma of the past.
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