“The stovetop was as hot as the sweltering summer day. Mom slowly stirred her bubbling stew made from the old family recipe Of generations past. With one cup each of abandonment, alcoholism, shame, and rage, she served me up a hefty, foul portion. I swallowed it all like mom told me to but was left with only hunger--for compassion, safety, nourishment, and love.” InspirationalWomenAbuse SurvivorsGrief And HealingRecovery From Abuse Book:First, I Believe You: A True Story of Healing from Hidden Memories of Severe Childhood Trauma Source: First, I Believe You: A True Story of Healing from Hidden Memories of Severe Childhood Trauma