My story of transformation starts here… He held my hand and we walked from his house that had a path that led right to Lampe Park. We stopped about halfway and he sat down on the bench. Then, he asked me to sit next to him and I was disappointed. “Why are we stopping?” I was ready to get to the swings but I did as I was told. He put hand on my knee – I am sure you can imagine what happened from there..
He was a big man, big belly and overalls. [I still hate overalls on anyone] Next, he told me not to tell my parents because they would not like it. I did end up telling my parents and saw my dad brace himself against the doorway as my mom sat next to me. They never did anything about it.

I was molested by two other men before age 9, but I didn’t say a word about those to anyone… why would I?

I did find out later that they went to our Priest about it and he had said not to tell anyone because Mr. “H” had cancer and that his wife would be left when he died with the knowledge that her husband was a monster. Ya, okay, but what about me? Who would stand up for me? And I was 4 years old at the time – I had a lifetime ahead of me.

I should have been protected.

Physical and verbal abuse also became part of my daily life at the early age of 9.
I was called a “big dummy” and was hit in the head more times than I can remember.
This was another thing I was not protected from, so the happy-go-lucky little girl grew up shy, withdrawn, scared … mostly of men.

I left home at age 17 and met a beautiful equally shy man at age 19. He was also hurt deeply.
We did much healing together through our love.

I went on to marry a few years later the father of my children.
It was a good marriage – until it wasn’t. So much happened – the death of both of his parents and grandparents. He just lost himself in grief and wouldn’t come back to us, even after my unfortunate miscarriage.

12 1/2 years later it was time for us to part ways.

For the next year years I raised my kids as a single parent. Then, I met my now-husband and moved clear across the country from California to Michigan. Whoa! That was a crazy time.

Within a year, my mother was diagnosed with dementia. My dad moved them so we could care for her together. She passed away six months later, and two months after that I was diagnosed with colon cancer.

Really?

As the third child of my parents I had cancer … what?!

WHAT I DO KNOW FOR SURE, HOWEVER, IS THIS:
We humans are resilient.
We can heal no matter what happens to us.

Diving into our emotions and personal development is not easy.

However, sitting in our emotions and asking our bodies what we need heals us. Taking the time to process our emotions with a coach HEALS us.

We can’t do it alone.

We can’t get to the answers without the help of someone asking the deep questions.

AND – things will always come up. We will never reach a place where life is perfect.

We may think we have solved an issue or problem, and then there it is again.

But as we learn and really get to know ourselves – when we listen to what our hearts and soul ask for and give it to ourselves, it gets easier to find solutions and answers.

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