19 The storytelling journey Then I did something that changed everything. I started to write my story. Tell my story to anyone who would listen. I broke down. I cried while telling it. I still do. Sometimes. It is easy to tell someone else to forgive and forget about the people who hurt them. But for the person who experienced it, it is not an easy process. One can act bravely and try to suppress it. But it catches up with you. One way or another. Sometime or another. But the more I told my story, the more I made peace with it. This became my healing. It is a process. A long one. I doubt if I will ever find absolute peace. I took up storytelling. Full time. Now I help others tell their stories. I took up storytelling. Now, I help others tell their stories.
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