I’ve made much of my income from talking about my past. This is the way life is for anyone who writes a popular memoir–at least until they write another memorable book. But there came a time when I was sick of talking about the past, because each telling made me sick. I had moved on, but the income I received from recounting mistakes and traumas was too significant to pass up. What was I to do? I prayed and meditated over this until, basically, I came to peace with my past. I was able to see only the blessing in my recounting. I was able to detach myself enough that I did not relive my memories; I simply shared them. I prayed before each speech as usual, only adding a request to God: Keep me grounded in the present while letting me use my past to help heal others.
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