Today, I am thankful for so much. My husband who took care of me (no small task), my therapist who believed in me when I couldn’t believe in

Not only was I telling my story to the world, but I was also was putting it in printed form. My fear of being corrected was well founded sin

This is really what saying #MeToo means. We are saying that there is nothing wrong with us. The longer we are silent, the greater the power

The day I walked into therapy, I got on a train to a new destination. Scott saw me departing and jumped on board. We have traveled over moun

I was like a small timid child who was terrified to step out on the playground. I needed God to direct me to the monkey bars or the swing. M

The second realization had to do with manicures. I knew, without understanding the language being spoken, that no one wanted to give me a ma

“Please, just keep looking at me and I will be OK.” I was speaking to another woman who also got pulled over ‘for further inspection’ at a

Then, one day, I was driving across town and fighting the ever-present anxiety, when I suddenly I realized that my mind was in the middle of

Outside of an understanding of an uncontrolling God there is no potential for truly transcending the human experience of trauma, living life

When I include the word therapy in my blog titles, I hear crickets. Maybe I should just randomly include ‘God’ in the titles. Maybe that wou

My story of trauma is not unique. Statistically one in four (or five) have experienced some type of sexual abuse—mostly as children. If you

My daughter and I were sitting beside the pool playing a card game. My granddaughter was swimming with a newfound friend about her age. Off

For many abuse victims, there is a sense of knowing without knowing. Sometimes a memory floats around the edges of consciousness, but our de

Finding a sense of Self out of a conglomeration of children, teens, young adults, and adults who would step in to lead (without warning when

I was an underachiever. Has God enabled me to live my life and use my suffering to help others? Absolutely! But there is so much I would hav

The doctor my parents took me to was wise beyond his era. He said, “She seems to be a bit anxious about school. Maybe it would help to keep

The day I walked into therapy, I looked and felt great--but I knew I needed help. A month later I was filling every trashcan in the office a

Sometimes, as I work on the pools, I shake my head and think, “It has come to this.” Yes, it has come to this. I am a Pool Lady with a Ph.D.

I really could have just pulled through to the other side and never told anyone—except for the fact that I was so tired of hiding. Living ou

The battle was worth it. The peace and freedom that I longed for is mine. It doesn’t look anything like I ever expected or hoped for, but it