Has it ever felt scary to think you might end up all alone?  That someone might have abandoned you forever?

Have you ever felt like you had to have things just so - that everything had to be perfect?  A good friend remembered as a teenager trying to fold his slacks perfectly - just so - on the hanger.

Have you ever felt like you had to hold on tightly because if you let your anger surface, it would just explode?   I was like that in my mid '30.  It was affecting my health, and I finally had to face how angry I was.

There's a saying in some literature that says we won't regret the past, nor wish to shut the door on it.  I didn't think that statement could apply to me. But as a result of doing the hard work of recovery, I've seen it come true.

Is there something inside you that makes you sense that if you talk about what's going on with you, it will lead to bad things? I had to learn all over how to talk about what happened and what was happening, and how I felt about it.

I decide in my early '20s the one thing I wanted most in life was not to be like my Dad.   Then I realized with a shock I had become just like my Father.

Has it ever seemed like there were chunks of your childhood you just couldn't remember?  I know most people have things they have forgotten, but what I'm talking about is where there might be blank spaces in your past.