Who is the sweet-looking, sad-eyed child on the front cover? Why the wine bottle and the carelessly scattered pills? What is hidden behind those eyes? Her daddy drank, and so began the cover up. Throughout her early life, she was related to, loved, befriended, lived or worked with people who were uncomfortable in their own skin. So many of them - wounded grown-up children with painful pasts, distorted thinking and flawed ways of coping. "No one must know. Never tell a soul." But I am telling. I am sharing with you my secrets. I had secrets about everything. Feeling unworthy of love is a terrible way to live.But that is far from the end of my story... or yours. I will share with you the ways I learned not only to survive but to thrive and actually fall in love with myself. I am a survivor and my name is Jane.