I spent many nights as a child hiding in my room, crying and wishing i could travel far into the future. A future where i was living my own life, far removed from the oppression of violence and fear and criticism. I believed that once i was old enough to move away from that insanity, i could begin to be myself and be happy. I could finally breathe.

I have seen recently that i am still "hiding in my room" in so many ways. Still waiting for things to get better, waiting to begin my life. I never considered the possibility of PTSD until recently. I always knew i had some issues, but i figured i was doing great, all things considered. But as i began writing my story, in my nearly completed memoir, i could see direct links from past experience to present behaviors. This new awareness has caused me to look at my entire life in a whole different way, as well as restructure the entire premise of my tender memoir.

I have fallen in love with sharing and the possibility of healing. My user name. "hiding in my room" just kind of happened. i didn't really think about it. But i soon realized how appropriately vulnerable and sensitive it is. The title of my book is "How to Kill Your Dad...and other things little boys shouldn't be thinking about" and i am already outlining the follow up to that book, exploring the depths of the metaphor of hiding in my room. Avoiding confrontation and responsibility, pointing an angry, judgemental finger at my self, lying to loved ones so i can sneak away and be alone.

The ability and desire to share has opened so many doors for me that lead to such huge potential for healing. Healing wounds i thought were long since faded into dull scars. I have gained a whole new purpose in learning and helping others to learn to share their deepest darkest feelings and bring light those things they never thought they could overcome.

Thank you all so much for listening and sharing. Please share with me. I would love to hear how sharing has affected your lives and your healing.

Stay strong! We can do this.