Romans 11:16

For if the root is holy, so are the branches.

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, me, and two
sisters. I was six years old. For the next four decades of my life, I fought a war with
mental illness, addiction, and self-destructive behavior. Today, I know it was all the
result of not being able to adequately feel, and express that early trauma. After look-
ing for help everywhere, I found freedom when I was finally able to face, feel, and re-
solve the trauma of the past.

The trauma of losing my father, and the unresolved grief it
left in me, fueled an addiction that I now have been free from
for four years. Today, I am using my experience to launch a
support mission to heal trauma, which is the “root” of all ad-
diction. We call it “The Purple Rose of Trauma.” We are ask-
ing that you join us in fighting this war.

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