I started going to therapy and some unsettling memories came up from my childhood.
That's pretty normal, but I started to wonder if I was a happy child or not.
Since the house burned down all my photos perished and I decided that I would go to my dad's to see if there were any other pictures there that captured me.
I was so happy to see that I was a generally really happy kid.
There were no pictures with a devastated little girl and I was happy to see that.
It's been a healing experience to go through and dejunk my heart and I have found myself so grateful for inspired therapies and the Lord's healing hand.
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