In “One Birthmothers Emotional Truth”
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In what she says was, “ … an intimate moment of pure need,” Courtney began writing. What emerged was an uninhibited telling of some of the most secretive and painful realities of a birth mother's recovery.
Courtney Frey authored this book hoping to help others find their voice while embracing the promise of success in healing and recovery. This book is a written journey of one birth mother's navigation through betrayal, abuse, loss, and discovery. “One Birthmother's Truth” is a validation and emotional guide for birthmothers who, just like the author, ache for that something more in their lives and are ready to embrace the purpose set out for them.
“One Birthmother's Truth” is written in complete truth, and the journey is shared whole heartedly. The author, Courtney Frey, shares her very spiritual path with readers by including scripture that has sustained her and intimate moments with God which have catapulted her ability to keep going on.Her fight with faith, the questions she agonized over, and finally the evidence that nothing is done in vain. Courtney also shares how she was able to overcome a haunting and painful past, how that past altered her ability to begin healing from relinquishment, and how she ultimately discovered purpose in it. Also included in
“One Birthmother's Truth” is a special extra addition,
“Straight Talk: Helping Adoptive Mothers Understand.” This short feature offers adoptive mothers a series of useful techniques, ideas, and intimate peeks into the heart of a birthmother as she grows into a relationship with you and towards her own journey of healing.If you're wondering what to say, how to re-act, or simply want to know what she might be feeling,
“Straight Talk” is an eye-opening tool in a safe format.
In “One Birthmothers Emotional Truth”
“There are some things wrong with me that lovin' somebody else won't fix. When I fix them, I know love will find me.”Phyllis Hyman “ … In my recovery moments I soon began to realize that whenever I cleaned up one layer … there was always another below it.The “roots” of my pain had not originated from the actual relinquishment, but had begun long ago. Feelings of abandonment. Feelings of rejection.Like Tess in her story, the roots were so clearly evident of how the next ten to twenty years of her life would go. She felt un-worthy, un-loved, dirty, and sinfully wrong. These are roots that would fuel the next years of her life. In our recoveries, we can't forget that we're not just dealing with relinquishment issues. We're faced with whatever trauma and pain we've thus far suffered.We're faced with any previous expectations that we had for ourselves, or that family and friends had for us. We brought, to our relinquishments, what needs to be addressed now as we heal.We have to find the roots.We all know that in order to get rid of the root of a weed, you have to pull the weed with the entire root. You can't leave any behind or it will just grow back. In my recovery, after relinquishment, I lived with many lies. I couldn't grieve.I couldn't tell.No one will understand.I have to pretend I'm okay.It's my fault for not reaching out. I never “told.”And I continued to punish myself by making bad choices, choices I for so long became used to.” In Straight Talk: I walked the valley, bare-foot … aware of the shadow around me. Fearing its presence … I did not look up. Often, along the way, I noticed wet sand … droplets of tears not my own. I wondered … who could be traveling with me? Caverns of loss littered my path … a swerving and frightening trail beset me. The carvings on walls within told me that someone else had too made these marks. For the echo of hope returned from my own voice … was not always my own. A child weeping, a child playing, a child's voice the wind upon me, Yet it reached me warm with the fire of another's present love. Whomever ‘tis with me traveling this sacred journey … has kept me from giving in. For the weeping sand beneath my feet, the cavern of loss carved out with a second hand, and the warm wind of someone's love … feels safe in its quiet companionship. I look back … and see two bare-foot journeys, And the song of two shadows … that have, without knowing, Not walked alone. Yes, I want to order this book...CLICK HERE
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