Being crowned homecoming queen fast-tracked me to an identity crisis that catalyzed my disclosure of ten years of sexual abuse at the hands of my stepfather.
It is about self-discovery and where I am in the sucky Recovery process..
Is it possible that being sexually abused was my saving grace? Is it possible that my alcoholism is not destructive? This book is not a how-to about recovery.
The self-discovery that occurred during the creation of this book holds some shocking conclusions.
My greatest hope is that you are entertained and inspired by my life story.
I\'ve given myself a self-accredited PhD in life with a master\'s in conflict resolution and personality disorders.
Twenty years of therapy at two to three times per week helped me construct a useful and productive life, and it has allowed me to hone my native genius: being a mother.
Conflict motivates my writing and passion for conflict resolution.
Life is riddled with conflict.
My mother was right about the therapy, but she was wrong about the kids.
She also told me to never have kids because it will be the worst thing you ever do.
My mother always told me I was going to need a lot of therapy.
Recovery is a gritty and ceaseless process that has no finish line.
Instead, I wrote this book.
I had every reason to die in a self-destructive implosion.
As a result, I kept quiet and kept my words to myself.
I felt shame and disgrace about the unsavory and scandalous parts of my life.
I am recovering my authentic self from the rubble of losses amassed over years of enduring entirely narcissistic parents.
I dropped out of high school for the first half of my senior year while the disclosure was incinerated in my notorious stepfather\'s career-climbing kiln.
Being crowned homecoming queen fast-tracked me to an identity crisis that catalyzed my disclosure of ten years of sexual abuse at the hands of my stepfather
