My Courage to Tell

What Happened

A few years ago, my mother stopped speaking to me. I was very hurt and devastated by it.

A family situation had blown up, and when I had asked my mother to talk about what happened in my childhood, she shut me out of her life. Even though my mother had agreed with me about some conclusions and revelations I had, she refused to deal with it. And talk about it. She said she wanted to live a “stress-free” life. My mother was quite happy not dealing with what happened many years ago. But, I wasn’t willing to keep playing the pretend game. My childhood trauma was not going to stay buried any longer.


It was then that I sought the help of a psychologist who specialized in psychological abuse. Someone who understood childhood trauma. I wanted to know what was going on.

Once I started seeing a professional, all the pain of my childhood started to make sense. My psychologist validated my feelings. She helped me tremendously. Along with talk therapy, journaling, mindfulness and prayer, I worked out my PTSD symptoms. I exposed my trauma, little by little.

But something happened. My journaling also led to a book. My personal story of what happened. And why.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better. —Anne Lamott

Who Could Benefit From this Book?

If you have experienced any of the following you would relate to the story:

Not all abuse is visible.





This is a story of overcoming betrayal, child abuse and childhood adverse experiences.

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The revised book is now available.