Angela Solic

Not too long ago I was in a couple's therapy session with my lovely therapist, Janell. I had no idea what was about to happen to me. As I sat there my entire body felt flooded with emotion that I learned, long ago, to keep inside, to not let anyone see, to not be vulnerable, to not show weakness. I couldn't control what happened. Tears filled my eyes while my chest tightened and I could barely speak. No one was ready for what erupted from me. I hadn't been thinking about guilt per se, but I...

My main childhood abuser has never admitted that she was abusive to me. As a matter of fact, for many years she had my children convinced that I was crazy, that I made it all up, that I manufactured my experiences. Most of my children believed her because after I finally cut that toxic cord in 2010, my abuser decided to befriend my ex-husband and his wife (who, by the way, my abuser used to despise). Anyway, they had the grandest of times talking about my evil ways and my children were the...

When I was growing up I had no idea what it was like to feel truly loved except by my father's mother, and that closeness was removed when I was only 3 years old when my family moved from Elyria, Ohio to Hammond, Indiana. I rarely saw my grandmother after that, but it didn't mean I didn't love her or that I didn't know that she still loved me. What it meant was that I didn't get to feel loved by anyone because even though my father did show me some affection, he was devoured by demons called...