I drove along the tree lined streets of a quiet neighborhood with all the windows down letting the spring air caress my face. The smell of fresh cut grass tickled my nose. Through the windshield, my tear-filled eyes beheld the bluest of skies while I pounded the steering wheel with rage. I was going through one of the most painful, but transformative, periods of my life. I was in the throws of healing from long buried childhood trauma that had resurfaced. I was a single mom with a beautiful six-year old daughter; this pain was robbing me of being completely present with her.With sobs racking my body, I pulled the car over and attempted to compose myself. So many intense emotions ripped through me at once, I felt like I was splitting open. Read More