I remember walking  on pins and needles   for most of my childhood, and eventually I tried outright rebellion in the hopes of just getting it over with, because pins and needles are so, so exhausting.

Eventually, I went back to the pins and needles  for a while -- for as long as I could stand it -- until I could not stand the pain of living that way anymore.  There were no boundaries, no set rules.  Any spoken word or inadvertent glance could set my dad off. I'm hoping that God help me to get healing and wholeness. I pray that He redeems my story to help others someday.  And I pray that I can learn how to not parent my children out of my brokenness.