Hello, friends. I’m offering up a weird confession today to help give a glimpse into what it’s been like to recover from childhood emotional abuse—an incredibly private battle that is not typically shared with anyone, usually because skeptics and deniers are plentiful due to abusers’ devious skill at pretending to be other than they truly are. I have written a lot of abused characters, but after living enmeshed with lies for so very long, truth is an astonishing breath of fresh air. By acknowledging these things, I’m hoping to help others identify their own inner struggles and ways to combat the destructive forces imposed on us against our will. Please remember, even if no one else is fighting for you, you can always be your own hero. I’ll be here to cheer you on.