“I became brutally honest to the point of being rude, colder and colder, more and more unaccessible and despotic. I built my own Ivory tower and locked myself in and would only let those who could climb up there enter in.”

My last blog was in January and after months of absence and reflection my thoughts are starting to take shape. Epiphanies in the Woods and chats with the Devil or God at the Crossroad all the doubts might point to an evidence.

No one teaches us how to grieve our abusers and no one teaches us about gratitude either, those are things we have to figure out on our own.