A taste of my new book. I welcome all comments. Debbie
“The above story is a preamble to the words contained within the chapters that follow. A storytelling of sorts, that shows that even a helpless nine-month old child has intense feelings and memories of things adults assume they could never remember. Some memories may not be conscious at such a young age, but each memory nonetheless remains buried in the subconscious mind. I spent a good part of my life running away from my childhood memories and for the last 12 years I’ve taken those memories out, re-lived most of them, learned from them, and ultimately released each one of them as hundreds of colorful balloons that slowly meandered and undulated higher and higher into the sky to slowly disappear. My personal story is honest, yet raw in parts, and sadly it is shared by millions of people on this planet.
I share my story in an effort to educate all who read this book that healing is possible for those who honestly look for it. It takes courage, patience, perseverance and numerous boxes of tissues to move through the maze of memories and claim the prize of releasing our personal stories to become whole and balanced.
Thankfully, nothing is insurmountable – not even ourselves.”