The Exile Years

The Exile years

In this second volume of a trilogy, Cristina continues her heartbreaking story of childhood abuse, rejection, lies and recovery. As the memories of her past become more and more clear and as she journeys back in time, the truth of what really happened all those years ago, in a small village in Southern Italy, becomes more and more incredible. Cristina tells of her years in exile from the one thing that was left in her life – her family…

I mostly write for myself as a way of downloading all my thoughts and feelings. I have to confess that I am not healed and I don’t know what being healed means.

There is a lot of pain, tears and repetitive feelings of anguish and grief as I write. I thought about this, yet it needed to be shown that this is how it is.

I know that there have been many books written on healing and recovery that show that people have made it, but not many have been written to show the process of healing, and the daily struggle that we survivors face, and that it is a battle, and that most times it is one step forward and two back; it is not an instant cure.

We stay angry with others, and forget to look into the why and the how we got angry in the first place. I know that I have to work everyday still to face and feel the things that come up from my past. I have to learn how to deal with each day when tears overtake me or flashbacks appear out of nowhere. I have to learn to take one day at a time, and often one minute at a time.

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Domestic violence in incest families also goes back many generations. I dedicate this book The Exile Years to my grandmother Maria Cristina.

Our life can be as such, we fear letting go of the old, yet regardless how we fight it, the old will pass away for the new.

There is hope for a tree that has been cut down; it can come back to life and sprout. Even though its roots grow old, and its stump dies in the ground, with water it will sprout like a young plant. (Job 14:7 to 9)

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	The Exile years In this second volume of a trilogy, Cristina continues her heartbreaking story of childhood abuse, rejection, lies and recovery. As the memories of her past become more and more clear and as she journeys back in time, the truth of what really happened all those years ago, in a small village in Southern Italy, becomes more and more incredible. Cristina tells of her years in exile from the one thing that was left in her life – her family… I mostly write for myself as a way of downloading all my thoughts and feelings. I have to confess that I am not healed and I don’t know what being healed means. There is a lot of pain, tears and repetitive feelings of anguish and grief as I write. I thought about this, yet it needed to be shown that this is how it is. I know that there have been many books written on healing and recovery that show that people have made it, but not many have been written to show the process of healing, and the daily struggle that we survivors face, and that it is a battle, and that most times it is one step forward and two back; it is not an instant cure. We stay angry with others, and forget to look into the why and the how we got angry in the first place. I know that I have to work everyday still to face and feel the things that come up from my past. I have to learn how to deal with each day when tears overtake me or flashbacks appear out of nowhere. I have to learn to take one day at a time, and often one minute at a time. You are on English Page 9/ Continue page 10 Domestic violence in incest families also goes back many generations. I dedicate this book The Exile Years to my grandmother Maria Cristina. Our life can be as such, we fear letting go of the old, yet regardless how we fight it, the old will pass away for the new. There is hope for a tree that has been cut down; it can come back to life and sprout. Even though its roots grow old, and its stump dies in the ground, with water it will sprout like a young plant. (Job 14:7 to 9)