Healing From Past Trauma

I was 12 when she met him and at first, things were good.

Little did I know that just around the corner was a new reality.

At 17, after a particularly heated confrontation with my family, I packed up my car and moved into a friend’s garage—concrete floor and all. Life at home had become unbearably tense, my relationship with my mother felt irreparably damaged, and I was harbouring a lot of anger toward her and the man she was living with.

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