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I am a 48 year old woman. I have carried many titles, I was the victim of an abusive husband, I was a sexually abused child, a drug addict, an alcoholic, a promiscuous girl, a prostitute, I am a survivor. I buried my secrets and hide behind an illusion. To all outward appearances I am very normal and painfully average. I could be your neighbor, friend, or the person you casually glanced at in the car beside you at the redlight....

A large part of my life has been devoted to walking inside the minds of others. We are all so different, yet we are all no different. We all possess dark and painful secrets we can't or won't share. We bury them deep within ourselves, cover them, suppress them and hope they remain buried. Sometimes they bubble slowly and uneventfully to the surface, sometimes they fester for many years and slowly devour their host, and sometimes they break the surface in a violent eruption. One thing is certain, they will surface...