I found that remembering and then writing about my past, particularly the parts that were grim or embarrassing or sometimes even shameful; released me from their hold. We cannot be held hostage by any thing or any one without our consent. That’s not an easy idea to believe when first introduced to it. I had never ever thought of “hostage” in those terms. But I was a hostage for sure. I lived in the shame of my past for many years. And telling all of it, every last part of it to any one any where seemed fool-hardy. Just the opposite is true, in[...]