To Walk The Winding Road

Abuse is insidious.
Like a silent serpent, it slithers into your soul, spreading its venom.

Be it substance, sexual, physical or emotional, abuse wraps you in a constricting embrace, crushing the hope, the joy – and sometimes the life – from all it touches. It traps you in a prison from which few escape. For most who live through it, the poison left in their soul most often spreads out, affecting all who touch them; turning the abused into the abuser.

1968 – A year of violence, war, unrest and...