I do not know what got into me, but when I woke up this morning I thought of rebirth and creating a blog. The theme of the blog is Winter Solstice and the text said: “Rituals to help you reflect and rebirth”. I was sold. I need both self-reflection and rebirth. Why?
It’s been few very rough years for me recovering from childhood trauma dealing with therapists who did not know what they are doing but still took me on as a client and made things worse. My epic Odyssey of recovery started in the Silicon Valley, then continued to West Virginia, then Los Angeles, back to West Virginia, and finally, I found the help I needed in Montreal by one of the best therapists out there. Now, I am back in West Virginia but still having phone sessions with the T from Montreal and another T in West Virginia.
As many people with childhood trauma, I grew up in a dysfunctional family. However, as Tolstoy’s quote goes:
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way
Mine was quite unique – my mother a full-blown narcissist and my father a sociopath. I know hard to believe and very rare combination. Until recently, I thought sociopaths are only in the movies or in prison but it turns out there is a higher percentage of them among CEOs (about 1 in 5). My father was a director at an automobile company. My mother a “devoted, sacrificing” stay at home mom to the outside world but in the privacy of our home, she was the wicked stepmother from Cinderella. You think Joan Crafford was scary in the movie Mommy Dearest? Think twice.
I intend to share here some of my personal struggles, recovery from trauma, and artwork.