Even in the midst of the “voices” that shout out at me, I persevere and begin the process of healing. Now that I know the truth of my family’s history, I begin to break out of the mold that I placed on myself over the past forty plus years.

It was not easy… sometimes it is more comfortable to be dysfunctional… however, my self-hatred started to spill over onto my family and especially my son… verbal abuse and even some physical abuse prompted me to seek therapy… it is there that I began to see the past affecting the present.

This picture was me ten years ago… it is a painful reminder of the inner pain I struggled with. But for the sake of my family it was necessary.