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"I walked into the living room where she was and she said; “My chest is burning. My chest is burning.”
In the third grade I didn’t know how to spell tadpole. For every letter I missed my dad would whip me across my back with a leather belt until I would bleed.
As the dreams continued I began to focus on the issue of forgiveness concerning my dad.
Bam! They hit me in the face with this metal baseball bat. They asked me again; “Give us your money! Give us your money!”
People disappear all the time and nobody would have ever known what happened to them. It was my intent to kill them for what they had done to me.
I did the empty chair procedure. I asked my father all these questions. Then I was to get up and sit in the chair and answer the questions. This didn’t make a bit of sense to me but I did it.
“Mr. Henson, I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but I wish you’d tell me. Your blood is better than mine.
I just started squalling and laughing and carrying on like a crazy woman. It was like a bolt of lightening hit me in the head.
"I almost feel completely empty, completely drained, completely freed of everything that had held me back before."