My book recounts a childhood spent with an alcoholic father who became violent when he was drunk. He physically abused us, his children,  breaking our bones and beating us until we nearly lost consciousness. I never received many beatings. I was his blue eyed girl. I would rather have had the beatings!!!
My mother used to cower in a corner while the beatings took place. She feared for her life. Once he had beaten a man to death in an hotel car park. He had killed once and had not been caught and he could kill again.
My mother found relief by having affairs with many different men. At times she abandoned us and went off with one of her men. We, as her children, got dumped off at aunts or uncles homes, or got put into Institutions like Convents or Children's homes. When she abandoned me, it was a fate worse than death. I felt that everything was broken and that nothing could be fixed. I felt absolutely desolate.
My book tells of my journey, through therapy with two psychologists, to wholeness. Therapy was awful at times. I felt as though I was on an emotional roller coaster. I experienced a series of highs and lows. When I was low, I struggled with suicidal urges. My family had me diagnosed as a Bi Polar Manic Depressive, the lows and the breakdowns I had, were caused by the trauma of facing my past or medication related breakdowns. The prolonged trauma I experienced going for therapy, caused the mental illness in the form of becoming a Bi Polar Manic Depressive.
Read more about how I overcame and survived a childhood filled with trauma and abuse. There is hope for the most broken, damaged person. I am living proof of that.