The nightly terror is real. And so are the words...
Shhhh ... this is our little secret ... don t tell anyone.
On the outside, Lori Golden had a perfect childhood. A perfect family. A perfect upbringing. What Lori really had was a perfect house of lies. To the outside ... and within the confines of the walls.
The sexual abuse that started at the age of five for Lori Golden became a wall of silent screams. Screams that were hidden from herself and from the world for decades. Until she could do and did the tell.
When sexual abuse occurs, you are alone with your abuser, creating a unique kind of aloneness. One that is dark and sinister. You feel hopeless in the belief that you could get better, or the pain could end. Your aloneness becomes so profound that it makes you want to self-destruct, even feel suicidal.
You should embrace your story and let your inner abused child speak out. Learn how to love your child within and dedicate yourself to achieving your own personal freedom from its bondage. You lived through the worst of it as a child and survived. You can live freely once again.
Lori Golden learned that life is possible after a decade of sexual abuse. Her story ... her recovery ... and now her work as a therapist and speaker have opened doors for thousands.
#SexualAbuse #SexualAssault #Recovery Expert Lori Golden is the author of My House of Lies, a memoir about her #addiction and overcoming childhood incest. Learn more at https://LoriGoldenAuthor.com
In early recovery from Incest I won a Runner-Up-Award for Student Photography at the Del Mar Fair. I entered an underwater picture I took in Belize. When I saw my picture hanging up with a ribbon I immediately had a shame attack. I felt exposed for all to see, I realized when I left the building that my recovery from Incest was also recovery from my shame. It was an eye opening experience since I always wanted to sabotage my accomplishments.
Book Excerpt
My House of Lies: Awakening from a Childhood of Sexual Abuse
I was in complete disbelief that my picture was hanging with just one other one “for all to see.” Instead of feeling proud of my accomplishment, I had a shame attack. I turned and left the building, unable to walk around the exhibit.
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