Behind Closed Doors: The quiet hum of my home today is a melody I once only dreamed of. It's a sound built on shared laughter, on unspoken understandings, and on the steady, unconditional rhythm of a love I chose to build. But this present, this peace, was not a given. It was forged in the crucible of a childhood lived in the shadows of unspoken rules and carefully maintained appearances.
For years, my reality was a secret, hidden behind polished surfaces and rehearsed smiles. My world was defined by the absence of a mother's touch, the chilling weight of silence, and the constant, subtle awareness of being an outsider looking in. I learned early to observe, to decipher the unwritten codes of human connection from a distance, always searching for the missing piece, always wondering: Do I know what love is?
This book is the story of that search. It's the story of a small girl who found sanctuary in the structured world of school, a voice in lessons, and a fierce, unspoken pact with her sister. It's the story of quiet rebellion, of fleeting moments of freedom, and of the profound impact of a single, brutal crack that shattered one illusion, only to illuminate the path towards another truth.
It is the journey from a place where my very existence felt conditional, to the profound realisation that I could define my own worth, choose my own path, and ultimately, build a life where kindness was not a rare gesture, but a constant, unwavering presence. This is the beginning of that story, a testament to the enduring human spirit, and the quiet triumph of finding one's own way home.
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Time To Breathe
Acknowledgement:
This book was inspired by three songs my husband wrote. I remember sitting with him one day, a quiet morning with coffee, when he turned to me and said, "I think these songs might be more than just music." He didn't know it then, but in that simple statement, he had already started the story.
Steve did in fact start writing the story.
His melodies and lyrics weren't just tunes; the were poetic lyrics.
A book is never the work of one person alone. Therefore to my darling Steve, thank you for beginning this story and having the faith in me to see it through to the end of what I call our book!
Finally, to you, the reader, thank you for picking up this book. I hope within these pages you find a story that resonates and perhaps, just for a moment, a quiet place to breathe.