My Hometown: Was the Backseat of a Car

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What really goes on behind closed doors?

Are you a survivor of childhood abuse?

My prayer is this book will give you a clearer understanding of where some of your beliefs came from. Yvonne gave her inner child a voice to express her feelings about the abuse she suffered at the hands of her parents. As she allowed the memories freedom from the self- built concrete block storage unit in her mind’s eye, she could see the storage unit had become a living being. Pulsing, festering, with seething rage trying to seep out of hiding, refusing to be ignored any longer.

These memories were effecting her life, health, and relationships with others. What she tried so desperately to keep hidden from others wanted a voice. Yvonne could no longer hide from the truth, pretending all was well, it was time to look back and heal the past.

Stripped naked standing before you, I am allowing myself to be truly seen for the very first time. I have learned you are not your experiences; you are the interpretation of that experience. I have decided to let the past go, glean the knowledge, and move forward. I know I am who I am, because of my experiences, and I do have Value.