As I begin to open Memory’s door to days past, I wonder if I dare it to face the horrors past its frame.

Here in the present, I am safe, I am loved. Yet, will I ever be truly free of the past’s hold on me?

Must I venture yet again into the abyss? What am I looking for? What do I hope to gain? Where does freedom truly lie?


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I’m a wife, mother and teacher. Navigating the uncertainties of life with the aid of unending grace.

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