I Drank From The Nile

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>What kind of mother kidnaps her own child? The kind who has no other choice.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Katya Dunko grew up in chaos learning to silence her wounds. Home for her was never a safe place it was something that did not exist on a map. Pills dulled the ache. Survival became her mask. And the person who should have protected her was the one who introduced her to addiction.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Determined to prove she was worthy Katya followed love to Egypt believing it would be her redemption. Instead it became the place that forced her to face the truth: healing only begins when the silence ends.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Spanning four years and four countries </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)><em>I Drank From the Nile</em></strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> is a haunting and courageous memoir about addiction motherhood and the unrelenting will to survive. It is a story of resilience carved from pain defined by endurance and bound by one unbreakable truth: </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>the cycle ends with her.</strong></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>For readers of</strong><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Maid</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Educated</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Consent: A Memoir</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Only Say Good Things</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> and </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>The House of My Mother: A Daughter's Quest for Freedom</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> this powerfully raw memoir of survival after trauma including abuse hidden addiction resilience and breaking generational pain proves that even in our darkest chapters we can turn pain into power and find the hope to survive it all.</span></p><p></p>