When I first set out to write this book, I thought I was writing a different book.
I thought I would write about my journey through depression, how I was helped by medication and psychotherapy, and specifically, how the strange dreams (often spiritual with animal themes) I was having played a large part in the healing process.
I started out writing a synopsis. I wrote predictably, about how depression affected most of my adolescent and early adult life. But as I kept writing, something happened.
Other stories started coming out. These were stories before I knew that I had depression, stories about my childhood, specifically, the anger and rage that slowly built up over time until I could no longer contain them.
Instead of writing a personal story about depression, I retold the memories of a child: her memories with emotional abuse that wove into a life-long struggle with depression, and the long journey to a home she could reclaim as her self. It is a memoir about confronting ghosts she has never met, ghosts of domestic violence that echoed through generations of a family’s descendants.
Then this little girl grew up and became a mother. It did not make her condone the actions of her mother, but she began to understand. She understood that even the best of intentions is a guessing game parents play, with potentially devastating consequences.
I've already heard the answer from The Youngest Light; The Youngest Light that once lived through me, and has been calling out to me all these years of my life.
Dear Reader, I wrote this book for you too, that you may reconnect with The Youngest Light that once lived through you and has been calling out to you all these years, to summon you home to your authentic self.contact me here or leave a comment below! comments powered by Disqus