A short sharing, written anonymously, about the journey of healing from childhood abuse. It will inspire, guide and encourage you.
The author addresses the letter to “Dear Courageous Ones.”
"This writing is about my healing - from hopelessness to hope, from despair to belief in life, and from self-hatred to trust in myself and others." "Many years ago I read a poem about a tree and its right to be. Desperately I wanted to know that I had just as much right to be as did the tree. This longing proved to be the beginning of my healing." "My teacher taught us that it’s relatively unimportant where we are on the path. It matters only that we are on the path. You are on the path because you’re reading about healing. In clarity, there is strength and depth." "Healing is not trying to paint over the pain of the past nor is it reaching for near perfection. It is not an exact science and there is no right way. What constitutes healing for you, only you can say. For myself, I can say that I have healed more than I even could have imagined a few years ago. This doesn’t mean that I’m far along the path. It means that I’m on the path."