When the Door Opens

I was born in Alaska on a homestead, my father being in the Air Force. We moved so often it was hard to make lasting friendships. We lived in Italy for 2 1/2 years as well. Under very strict and neglectful parenting, I turned inward and developed low self-esteem which eventually caused me to question my existence. I searched long and hard for a profound meaning to this life. The proverbial door started to open for me late in life at fifty. And when it did, I learned the secrets that lay behind it all this time. If only I had learned at an earlier age. My wish is to share the secrets so your life may become much more enriched and meaningful.