Those two lost Christmases, really, are a metaphor for all the lost time of my youth and young adulthood. Lost time that remains a sort of ghost town in my memory, a desolate expanse lurking underneath and sometimes surfacing, triggered by sights and sounds and…holidays. — Coming to terms with near lifelong emotional and spiritual abuse – that includes extensive time in cult-like environments with heavy control, manipulation, and harm from parents/leaders – is a liberation in the most literal... Read more