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 has opened doors for thousands.
As I opened the door to each locked room inside myself I discovered my creativity that was buried along with my abuse. I successfully cut off from passion. I deadened myself, I went into hiding using my eating disorder to mask my passion and eventually found drugs. I turned my passion to create into my need to self destruct. Wow It was truly freeing to connect with this energy. I began to pursue my long lost love of drawing and painting.
My House of Lies: Awakening from a Childhood of Sexual Abuse
While in dissociation, I created many locked doors. Behind each contained trauma, memories that had been frozen in time with its images, sounds, smells, and feelings stored exactly how they had happened. Each time I opened the door to a room, I discovered pieces of myself that broke apart and were left behind in the trauma.