Peace From Pain

More than half of my lifetime has been spent dealing with the painful realities of my childhood. At the age of 18, I had my ugly secret reality defined while listening to a radio talk show. I sat alone and mesmerized in the driveway of a good friend, while tears streamed down my cheeks and my "unique" situation was provided with a label: I was a victim of "incest". And I was not alone. The nauseous feeling I carried deep inside had always been right...what my father had done to me was wrong. The sad part was, it took 18 years for someone to define it for me, and it's taken another 30 years to reverse the damage that the act inflicted upon my soul.

In the beginning stages of my gruesome reality, I was stuck in an angry game of handball with the memories. Slamming the visions fiercely away, only to have them rebound off the wall and return to hit me in the face once my hands were down. It was an exhausting game with few points won...read more