Education And Experience: Suffering Doesn’t Make Me An Expert

No longer could I contain my rage and pain for behind closed doors. It ravaged me in front of people – family friends, as well as professionals. My torture had a voice. Sometimes it would be the cries of a child, desperate for assurances and security. Others would be a tortured soul’s screams of anguish.

Introducing We to Me: How Hope Helped Me Heal

I described it as wearing an “Edgar suit” – from Men in Black. I wore this human skin to fool people into thinking I was one of them, but if you looked closer, you could see it was a costume. It hid the monster I felt I was. It helped me BE what people wanted in any given moment. It helped me to pretend to be one of them. But no, no I was never like everyone else.