Reflections on buried pain, childhood trauma, secrecy, and the emotional weight of the past.
There are moments in life that divide everything into before and after. You don’t always know it at the time. But something shifts— and nothing feels the same again. For me, that moment came on a day that was already heavy. My young child was in the hospital, facing something no parent is ever prepared…
My father had a way with words. One day, in a moment of tension and pain, those words planted a seed that would change my life forever. It began after my husband, in a fit of rage, destroyed our wedding gifts—everything except one item: a beautiful family Bible. Months later, desperate and afraid, I went…
Everyone carries something they’d rather hide. Painful memories. Regret. Shame. Secrets we tuck away and hope no one ever finds. We call them “skeletons in the closet.” For years, I kept mine locked away in a private place no one could enter. I guarded that door tightly, afraid that if anyone saw what was inside,…