It wasn’t the city I was running away from
It was the painful memories and pure heartbreak held there.
It was the painful memories and pure heartbreak held there.
Experience of abuse
The truth of my childhood
I felt abandoned. I felt invisible. I felt like I didn’t matter.
I felt abandoned. I felt invisible. I felt like I didn’t matter.
The Child of an Alcoholic: It’s never too late to break the cycle
We had little chance of developing as healthy children.
We had little chance of developing as healthy children.
Pain and power
The first memory I have of my mum drinking and it being a problem, I was around 7 or 8.
The first memory I have of my mum drinking and it being a problem, I was around 7 or 8.
Sharing our stories is how we break the silence
My Dad’s drinking was the backdrop of my childhood, always dictating the atmosphere in our home.
My Dad’s drinking was the backdrop of my childhood, always dictating the atmosphere in our home.
Loving my mother, fearing her drinking
When she is sober she can be the most caring, kind, loving woman in the world.
When she is sober she can be the most caring, kind, loving woman in the world.
I do not believe you set out to become addicted to alcohol
I often wonder what I would tell you if I had just one more day to spend with you.
I often wonder what I would tell you if I had just one more day to spend with you.
From chaos to clarity – healing from a stepfather’s addiction
Charlotte’s journey from childhood trauma to creating a women’s healing centre
Charlotte’s journey from childhood trauma to creating a women’s healing centre
Why couldn’t I have a ‘normal’ mum?
Mandy’s mother was talented, loving and kind when sober. When drunk, she was a monster.
Mandy’s mother was talented, loving and kind when sober. When drunk, she was a monster.
Mum wasn’t normal or like other parents
Mum would fall asleep on the sofa every night after three or four bottles of wine.
Mum would fall asleep on the sofa every night after three or four bottles of wine.
