It has a name…

It’s called CPV It has a name Never in a million years did I ever think I would utter these words. I am a victim of Child/Parent Violence.  It falls under the definition of domestic violence from a child towards a parent. That’s what happened to me, to our family.  I do not share this … More It has a name…

In a dark closet…

It’s been a while since I last blogged. I survived quarantine. I published a book. I am surviving trauma. I am barely coming up for air and slowly re-engaging into society. I am observing things differently. I am noticing the little things. Acknowledging the details of every day. I catch myself staring out of my … More In a dark closet…