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Racial Healing

In my path to a healthy life, I have been working a lot on the trauma in my childhood.  The things has seem the smallest and have the biggest impact are things that have to do with my identity.  To me, my culture and ethnicity are complex identifiers, the things someone might use to describe me as a person, but mostly the things I use to describe myself.  I'm a white American, with German and Irish ancestry.  I was raised in a mix race family, with Hawaiian, Samoan, Japanese and Black family members. I am disabled, bisexual and a hufflepuff.   I'm culturally Mormon, which means I don't practice the religion but find my way of life impacted by being raised in the community. 

These things that define me often have moments in my life that were defining.  At some point or another, I sealed in this identity.  However, many pieces of this identity have been attacked by the outside world.  This is where the work, the healing needs to be done. 

So, as I work healing from the trauma of attacks on my identify, I am familiar with the discomfort that might come up while doing racial healing.  That is significant in what we talk about with The Racial Healing Handbook by Anneliese A. Singh.

I received The Racial Healing Handbook by Anneliese A. Singh from NetGalley in exchange for my review.  This book is an amazing workbook.  There are few books I feel could benefit the world in such an amazing way as Singh does with The Racial Healing Handbook.  This work is hard to do, but straight forward, and there is no piece that feels unnecessary. This book is the right length and exercises are reasonable.  This puts the reader into the perfect discomfort to learn.  I encourage this book for anyone wanting to get to know themselves better or wanting to make the world better.

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