Sunday, November 16, 2014

A PooL of Tears

   "Matt is not your son, Mark is his father!  I blurted out.

    That random statement unleashed years of dysfunctional family dynamics and chaos.  Unveiling secret acts and horrific abuses committed by the people we trust to love and protect us.  I have spent a lifetime in turmoil, covering up, hiding behind curtains and peeking out window blinds.  That declaration would become the catalyst for my desire to become heathy and unmask a chronic disorder that kept me living in utter pandemonium.  Was this my destiny, would this one day be my life story?

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