10 Best Books for Processing Childhood Trauma as an Adult

I was 36 years old, standing in the cereal aisle at Safeway, when I completely fell.

I was 36 years old, standing in the cereal aisle at Safeway, when I completely fell.

Not because anything terrible had happened. I'd had a perfectly nice birthday dinner with friends. But afterward, I sat in my car staring at a face in the.

It was just coffee. Regular, fancy, or decaf. Oat milk or regular. Small or large. Maybe a pastry? But which pastry? The croissant looked good, but the muffin.

Last year, I had to tell my manager that a project she championed was failing. Not slightly behind schedule. Failing. The client hated it, the team was.

I was 32 years old, sitting in my car in the church parking lot, unable to go.