I was forty-six when God granted understanding for the cause of abuse and began the healing process. His grace enabled me to come to terms with the childhood abuse, neglect, sexual abuse, and domestic violence endured for three and one-half years.
He shattered the emotional wall encompassing my heart into a million pieces. Allowing me to feel the pain, hurt, and anguish, and grieve the loss of my children.
Utterly heartbroken, I sat on the living room floor of a new apartment crying for over an hour. I cried until my heart was void of past affliction and barren of secrets.
Have you ever had the worst day of your life? One day that stands out above all the rest. Here is a sneak peek at the memoir in progress. It’s about the worst day of my life. Not edited.
The worst day of my life, the day and night of Anthony’s Open Heart surgery. Anthony was my first born; at two years old he needed surgery to repair a defective heart.
My husband and I had a room near Albany Medical Center at the Ronald McDonald House. Our daughter, Breyann stayed with her gram.
Linda never planned on writing on a blog. The thought of writing a memoir, sharing her darkest secrets was not intentional. As a child she learned to keep secrets, not to tell your business in the public eye.
Like many victims, she was lead astray into the darkness.
The Big Dream $ $ $
Her big dream was to become a website designer. The lure of earning lot’s of money drove her desire to learn and master the craft of website design.
