Trauma – The writings of a child abuse survivor.

I am who I am not because of him but in spite of him.

“I am not an alcoholic!” he exclaims loudly as he slurps back the last of a 70cl whiskey bottle. The alcohol doesn’t scare me, it never has. What scares me is the angry result of a bottle down, which would generally lead to me taking the brunt of a father’s frustration after a long day. “I am not an alcoholic!” he shouts again as I wonder which of us he is trying to convince: himself or the 13-year-old girl before him.

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Binge watching : The Sinner

This series taps into a very real concept early on, that music and its repetition can be the source of our true happiness or the catalyst for a murderous re-enactment of a psychotic event from the past.

I do love a good crime series so when I logged into Netflix today for a catch up of my weekly release episodes, I decided instead to give The Sinner a try and like a good book or a fine wine, I was hard pressed to put this latest Netflix original down.

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