break false pretense

  • I used to believe growth arrived with companionship. A friend. A mentor. A wise voice pointing the way. Instead, some of the greatest growth in my life arrived through isolation. Not the isolation I chose, but the kind handed to me without my consent. The unanswered prayers. The empty spaces. The seasons when heaven seemed…

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  • Before the House Woke Up

    Before the house fully woke up, before the questions and snacks and little feet hitting the floor, I carried my unrest outside like a basket too heavy for one arm. Motherhood with small children has a way of thinning you out. The broken sleep. The constant touching. The noise. The invisible labor of remembering everything…

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  • Introspection, what better way to start a week. When you live in a home of incest, no piece of you lives free. You can’t talk about your feelings, you cannot discuss the abuse and your emotions must be hidden away from sight. No love in. No love out. No feelings. No discussion. You must live…

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  • The Great Performer

    When you live in a home of incest, no piece of you lives free. You can’t talk about your feelings, you cannot discuss the abuse and your emotions must be hidden away from sight. No love in. No love out. No feelings. No discussion. You must live disconnected to yourself. Every part of yourself. What…

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  • Stoic and Distant

    Only during sexual abuse is the pedophile present in a child’s life. The rest of the relationship is spent away from each other. There may be an occasional game or ice cream social together, but the reality is the attention you receive is while you are being abused. Many children misinterpret this and deem it…

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  • Flesh Wounds

    My body indeed kept record of the wrongs done against it. The issue was I couldn’t just heal by simply recalling the trauma my body had received. It is so much easier for them to talk about what has been done to them — to tell a story of victimization and revenge — than to…

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  • The Great Performer

    When you live in a home of incest, no piece of you lives free. You can’t talk about your feelings, you cannot discuss the abuse and your emotions must be hidden away from sight. No love in. No love out. No feelings. No discussion. You must live disconnected to yourself. Every part of yourself. What…

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