Third Time Lucky: Open Dialogue and Finding Meaning in My Inherited Trauma | The Fix

Third Time Lucky: Open Dialogue and Finding Meaning in My Inherited Trauma | The Fix: I was four years old when I first wanted to run away. My earliest dreams were of flying: my parents and teachers shouting as I ran with arms outstretched, soaring upwards, heading for woodland, friendly birds and safety. When those dreams receded, alcohol took over in my teens, squishing away high levels of anxiety and loneliness, like a giant marshmallow.