You spent your childhood inside of the storm. Now you can learn to become your own lighthouse. There is a kind of childhood wound that doesn't always have a name. You may not have been physically abused. You may have had food on the table, clothes on your back, and parents who genuinely loved you. And yet, you never quite knew what you were coming home to. Would Mom be happy today? Would Dad be angry? Would the house be peaceful, or would one wrong word change everything?

The Place That Saved Me as a Little Girl, and Helped Heal My Inner Child In Adulthood. Where did the little you go when the world felt too big? Was it a library? A grandmother's kitchen? A treehouse? A garden? Maybe a favorite book or a world you created in your imagination?