My earliest memories I can remember were filled with terrible nightmares and domestic violence. It was inevitable that these early experiences caused damage that was difficult to repair in brain chemistry. And so it was...
It is also an option to be dazed about why this happened to me, but it is a better option to follow the inspirational voice that has come after years of desperate waiting. Call it as the sound of science if you want, but much more for me.
Although there are now many more ways to make that crying child happy, it is a fact that we have not reached the end of the road yet.
Our journey begins if you are ready to accompany the rest of the road in the light of our experience.
Let's go....
Labels: Early life experiences.
