Parus is right, there are many of us fractured souls around. More than regular folks suspect I am willing to say.
Remember, many NORMAL folks don't want to hear about abuse that is great enough to break children into pieces.
I think the greatest thing I was taught to do was to start journaling. That gave my HELPERS inside a voice. So they could share who and why they were. And then I could help them, they needed to be heard, recognized and thanked for what they did to help the awfulness of what was happening back then.
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Yes, many therapists want to help, and I learned to be wary, cuz they were just practicing on me.
I was one of the lucky ones cuz God always lead me to the next therapist for me. It was folks who lead group therapy I had challenges with.
So I started my own group thru the computer, with many folks in other countries. Oh, did I share I am a
DO WHAT EVER IT TAKES kind of girl? Well, I am!
My memories started in 1986. No therapist was ready for my memories, I will tell you that!
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Last November, I FINISHED my healing. Yes, it was a 33 year journey. Why did I keep going?
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Cuz I was worth it.
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I wish you all well. Bright Wings
Keep coming back cuz we care.