Before he passed on, my late grandfather, had always offered me good counsel. “Have the grace to forgive. Let not your mind be held captive by memories of having been wronged in your childhood,” he told me. My grandfather knew about my broken childhood experiences. He knew I had grown up resentful, depressed and disillusioned on account of the abuse I suffered at the hands of my late Dad. The rejection and constant physical abuse I was subjected too at a young age had left me wretched and unnerved. As a result, I grew up devoid of self esteem, will…
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