Third Time Lucky: Open Dialogue and Finding Meaning in My Inherited Trauma

I was four years old when I first wanted to run away. My earliest dreams were of flying: my parents and teachers shouting as I ran with arms outstretched, soaring upwards, heading for woodland, friendly birds and safety. When those dreams receded, alcohol took over in my teens, squishing away high levels of anxiety and … Continue reading Third Time Lucky: Open Dialogue and Finding Meaning in My Inherited Trauma