Welcome to Back from the Abyss.

I'm Dr. Craig Hecock.

This is a place for stories of hope and healing, recovery, and redemption.

Hillary McBride and I have finalized the location for the upcoming edition of I Love You, I Hate You,

Are You My Mom? This is our deep dive into working with transference and countertransference, and it will take place June 18th through 20th in Chilliwack, British Columbia, in the mountains just east of Vancouver.

We have a few rooms on site where we are holding the training. It's first come, first served for those.

Please see my website for more info and registration. Next thing, I'm

looking for a personal story about body dysmorphic disorder or BDD. If any of you listeners

might be interested in sharing your healing journey from BDD, please reach out to me through my website

and we can explore the possibilities.

Today's story is about how we love, how we grieve, and how we eventually find some sort of

equilibrium thereafter. This episode is a heartbreaking yet beautiful story by Colorado-based

therapist Darcy Myers

and her journey through multiple losses, grief, and ongoing recovery.

Well, I have been in an apprenticeship of grief for decades.

Really started in my childhood with the loss of innocence from sexual violence

and sexual abuse. But really in earnest when I was in my 20s, my maternal grandmother,

Nancy, suddenly on a November night in 1995, went missing from her home. And my grandfather discovered it

in the morning. It took, you know, all of the family gathered, of course, and all of us were

very scared, concerned, confused, and were looking for her. All the signs pointed to foul play. And about two weeks later, we discovered her body in a shallow grave near the river by her house. This is in a very small rural town in Idaho. Not a lot of resources, not a lot of experience with this kind of a crime. And she died by a blow

to the head and strangulation and possible sexual assault. And all the evidence pointed to one man.

And he was familiar to the family because he had done some work for my grandmother.

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