Intrusive Inquiries: The Power of Self-Disclosure

I wonder how many other people have squirmed in their doctor’s waiting room, feeling the heat of the past on the back of their neck, silently fighting to stay present in the discomfort of the company of strangers.

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.