It's the little deaths that get you

Most of us have experienced the feelings of dying inside when betrayed by a loved one. Joy dissipates like a fart at a park picnic, and the remaining pain feels like loss of life. My father was the albatross killing me. Grandpa added his two perverted cents, but Dad was the main contributor to my little death. Growing up, he whipped us mercilessly (making us apologize for it), raped my mother for most of their 50 year marriage and torchoured us with disinterest and shame (yah normalcy). After years of failed attempts to forgive, the solution to my problems presented in a .79 cent notebook and conversations with spirit guides (yeah, I'm that kind of weird). My spiral book was small with 100 sheets to fill. The first page was dedicated to only positive memories existing within its content. I had so many funky ones it was hard to pick and choose. I found all of 6. I just winged it with the rest. This blog is dedicated to the process of finding solutions to coming back from the brink. You have to forgive for this to occur but no one tells you how to do that. These are my other 99 pages on ways to unravel the past.