Healing Your Trauma

I had always hoped that when I turned 25 or 30 that I would forget what happened to me.  I hoped that I would just be a grown-up and that I would move past my childhood.  The problem was my childhood wasn't something that you can just move past. My childhood was one of those where I could have just as easily died, as I survived.  I was removed from my home at 13 and never allowed to return because my parents didn't have the compacity to parent.  My mother was severely mentally and physically ill.  She eventually committed suicide.  While my stepdad was a pediatric sadist, which is a clinical term that just means he was someone who enjoyed hurting and humiliating children. I have unset fractures and scars from my childhood.  It's physically left its mark.  It wasn't the physical pain that was the hardest.  It was the psychological torture that really left me struggling in adulthood.  I have anxiety that at times interferes w...