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Writing Memior: A Celebration not Therapy

I am often asked whether or not writing my memoir was ‘therapeutic’. No. It was a celebration to make my words sing loud and dance across the page giving voice to the writer I knew I was at eleven years of age. I raged, I wept, I laughed and soaked in lavender baths, took long country drives listening to music that holds me and now that my story is in the world’s hands, the child I was, the woman I am will never be silenced again.