Chapter 27 (Olivia's advice at the end)

That night I couldn’t go to sleep. As I thought about what Mark had said, I let my pain and anger surface. Tears finally came, followed by sleep.

For the next few weeks, I went through 8 to 12 hours of therapy a day—sometimes in group sessions, sometimes individually.

It was really hard—hard to face my fears, hard to let all my emotions out. But through the process God brought a lot of healing.

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[ The Necessity of Forgiveness ]

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When I came home from the clinic, memories of the rape haunted me day and night.

Feelings of being trapped would grip me when I’d least expect it.

It took me a while to realize that if I wanted to move on in the healing process, I would have to forgive Jack.

If I didn’t let go of my bitterness, it would destroy me. So I chose to forgive, but I soon learned it would be an ongoing process.

One night I needed to use a restroom at a grocery store. It was in a very obscure pl