Bookmart My Father Who I Hate: Reflections on Recovering from Parental Abuse and Growing-Up Trauma

Their voices are standing behind the prison bars, each dungeon has a special taste and has the crime print, but in fact, they were all innocent. Their prison (the crime they didn't commit), but they drink it, and they came back up and prevent them from being selved. They didn't realize that dungeons doors open and that they could escape, they would never put them up and that each one had an open life outside of their dungeons. ? ; Dads, Moms, Uncles, or Teachers, Siblings, Pastors and Community Symbols, Create Dungeons in the name of love or interest. Even one day decided to dare and push the door a little to fly, enter a grind of recovery, then he dared more and out to the path there where the pain dungeons, then he dodge more and he came out there there was light outside of the cages, and that life out of the prison is possible, guaranteed and not forbidden for them as they think! The doors were slowly opened, the knots went out, to meet them on the way to the way, on an escape trip out of prison...soft prison! At that hallway they engraved their tories with recovery, write stories that were healing on the walls, announcing how to escape for all who who have ever thrown in prison like this.