Hiding in Sorrow

So many of us are survivors of the childhood abuse pandemic. It has only been since the death of my father a year ago that the choking fear and shame in me also died. I finally have found the courage to review my youth through the eyes of an adult.

With memories still so vivid this late in my life, I have decided to spend some time writing about that childhood. Some might call it therapy. I call it history. A record for those in my family who come after me. The good and yes, even the bad events are what have made me...me.