It scares me to think how my body would refuse to respond the way I wanted it to. Why couldn't I fight or flee instead of freeze?

The guilty feeling of abandoning my father floods over me and I am forced to remember why I had to make the decision to let him go. I can’t

I didn’t dare talk back to dad for fear of one of his awful beatings. He used what used to be a thick wooden cutting board on our bare..

When I was born, my parents could not agree on a name for me. My mom told me many years later that it was my dad who gave me her first...