abuse
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Parenting after surviving childhood abuse feels like steering a ship through a storm without a compass. You become both the protector and the frightened child, caught in the echoes of your past while trying to build a future for someone else. There’s no map for this kind of journey, no help from extended family to…
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The spirit of religion, cold and judgmental, stands in stark contrast to the love of Jesus. Where Jesus walks in grace, compassion, and mercy, this spirit preaches a brittle gospel of rules and rigid discipline. It whispers of condemnation, not salvation, and insists on perfection rather than progress. It grips the hearts of those who…
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Oh, I’ve done so many things wrong I can hardly decide which one to talk about. In anger, I fought for my own way. I drank too much. I slept with men I didn’t even know. I harbored the desire for power and money. Secretly, I wanted revenge. My desire was not to live wrong,…
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There’s a peculiar ache that comes with childhood betrayal, like a splinter in the soul that never makes its way out. It lodges itself in the tender places, the marrow of your memory, and there it festers quietly, whispering cruel reminders: “How could they? How could the hands that were supposed to cradle you, turn…
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We answer anonymous messages received at BitsnB1218@gmail.com or through DM. There are more than 60 million survivors of childhood sexual crimes. One in nine don’t report. The real number of victims is staggering but few will talk about it. We gladly will. From anonymous: Hello friends, I just got my memories of incest back, after…
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I have always thought that pruning the soul is like cutting away dead branches in the heart’s garden—those twisted limbs, heavy with lies and betrayal, the ones that choke the light, the truth. I once believed in people the way the morning believes in the sun. But when they let me down, when they tore…
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I stood there, small and brittle, in the shadow of your rage. You, the goliath of my nightmares, towering over me with fists clenched—not always in your hands, but in your words, in the way you crushed me with a look, a silence. I learned the art of shrinking early, back when I was just…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. A Jewel: Have you ever played the game “would you rather?” Would you rather be in a room full of snakes or spiders? That game! I have played that game with my past. Would I rather be raped as a child or watch the…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. A Jewel: The WOKE liberal agenda with its progressive ideaology is part of a continuing grooming and a trap for those of us that came through childhood sexual abuse. LGBTQQIP2SA: any combination of letters attempting to represent all the identities in the queer community,…
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I would love to hear from you! Sharing Saturday with you. A Jewel: Suffering and loss have been an intimate companion to me. I try to ignore it but the truth is it remains. My childhood brought destruction daily. When I married, the loss of those 18 years haunts my soul. It’s what was taken…