I told my story in bits and pieces maybe three or four times but, cried over it idk how many times... And somehow my story changed in my head towards the end of 2011. Logically, I know how it ended but, this showed me the importance of both telling and feeling my story. I was known to tell me story with my T how it really ended, with me sitting on the bed after being violated (10 yrs. old) and crying and being scared. Now, I absolutley cannot even picture it the same. I'm still on the bed crying but, God was sitting next to me... I don't know what God would look like but, Gods presence was in that room when I thought I was alone and thought no one was there. This ending of a story has been very healing for me and only came, naturally, one day, without my trying, from re-telling and re-telling my story. Good luck to you.