The start of a Journey

Memories of a Dumpster Fire https://a.co/d/c4ldG3g

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To varying degrees, most of us have experienced childhood trauma. In small towns, many people know, assume, or wonder, but don’t want to become involved in a messy domestic situation, so they turn their heads.

Here enters Bisi Adanna, decades later, screaming into the void. Has anyone seen her? Can anyone hear? She’s still trying to heal from festering mental blisters while tending to new wounds…

There are at least two sides to every story and then there’s the truth. Here’s hers because together, healing happens.

#WeAreHealing

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