Cruel Deception

Loving your family can be as natural as gazing at a sunset, or meandering through a forest; the trees embracing you along the way.  Yet for some, it can be punishing, especially when the affection is not returned; the kind of love that most people take for granted.  Coming to the realization that you were never loved, or properly cared for, is certainly hard to comprehend, and even more difficult for the heart to accept. 

Tragically, the only remaining option I had was to run; to escape, and to never look back.   I knew I could never return.  Even more tragic, is the fact that I did not recognize the necessity to leave until I was well into my adult years, allowing the abuse to continue.  Yet, I did experience an awakening; a necessary one which I believe has aided in the restoration of my psyche.  Healing does take time, but most importantly, I found myself on a healthy journey, and a path to an ultimate cure.  

Summoning the pain, I recalled the injustices – and there were many to digest.  I needed to unload the baggage I had been toting around with me, and I desperately needed answers.  Unfortunately, one answer I was given by most psychological doctors I was analyzed by was a diagnosis of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.   In far too many cases, children and young adults who were treated with brutality and left emotionally scarred for life, fall into this category.  It was traumatic to live through, yet I survived.  They never shattered me, although I believe they did their best to attempt to.

Out of this mayhem, my book was created: Cruel Deception.