This is not fiction. It is the story of my journey into the recovery of repressed memories of sexual abuse at the hands of my grandfather when I was a small child.
It is about my search for truth, as I tried to figure out whether or not what I remembered had actually happened. This recounts my struggle as I cry out to my God and ask a thousand questions about good and evil. It is my inquiry into the laws of sins and karma. It is about the light that found its way deep inside my heart, where darkness resided. It is about love and forgiveness, and it is the story of someone who went deep inside herself to find her own courage, her own truth and her most magnificent Self.
It is my wish that this book can help others who have suddenly awakened within themselves repressed memories of horrors in their lives, and who then must heal the trauma and the wounds caused by crippling events long forgotten. At one time, they made a choice. They chose to hide the terror deep into the farthest corners of their minds. Sometimes, this can be the only way a human being can survive. As these memories resurface, without rhyme or reason it seems, the healing can finally begin.