dreams
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“I had another significant dream in my early twenties that began to unravel his cold love for me. In this dream, my father was holding an exaggeratedly large syringe. With Dad being a diabetic, I was used to seeing syringes, but not of this size. On the side, in very large writing, were the words:…
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In the night hours, sometimes my soul aches for change. Sometimes, now in the night hours, my soul is relieved that I have passed through the worst part of healing. Sometimes in the night hours I soothe myself by crying out to God. Sometimes in the night hours I still feel like that little girl…
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Sometimes the only strength I had left in my being was just the ability to get through one more day. So, that’s just what I did. I held on for one more day. When I was going through the memories of the murder through nightmares, flashbacks, and work with my counselor, I lived in a…