But this wall would be a wall on the outside. One for the world to see. One for all victims to come to, whenever they needed to. Our Wall for the world to see, and honor all who battled just to survive a childhood, that should have been filled with love, joy, care and encouragement, but was not. My father was only partly right.
War is hell.
Unfortunately when the war is over it is not the end of the story. For many the battles we fought to survive childhood abuse, are still being fought. There are many names for those battles. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dissociation, Depression, and so much more. Every day we fight those battles we win.