You know how they say a house has “good bones?” This one didn’t. This house didn’t even have a foundation. No parental figures, no family to guide me in the right direction. Imagine the horrors that can happen to a vulnerable girl left to her own devices. So now, at the age of 34, I’m in the demolition process. Not to destroy the home, but to rebuild. On the same land, with a new blueprint. That’s where I’m at right now. Trauma therapy is horrific, facing the abuse head on, this is the “bulldozing.” It’s going to look a lot worse before it gets better. But then, the most exciting part of construction begins: a new foundation.