#incestsurvivor
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The world expects you to sew the seams of your torn childhood with dainty stitches, as if the needle were your wand and the thread your redemption. They say, “Rise above,” as though survival were an airy thing, a kite unspooling freely into the ether, instead of this iron weight chained to your ribs. To…
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Childhood trauma is often described as a thief—stealing innocence, trust, and safety. But what if we reframe it? What if trauma, instead of being a thief, is an unskilled cartographer, handing us maps of the world that are skewed, incomplete, or even cruel? When you’ve endured abuse, the map you’re handed as a child may…
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The ghosts linger, don’t they? They nestle in the marrow, whispering their truths through the bloodline. Trauma isn’t just a word; it’s a tide that laps at the edge of every generation, rewriting our stories with ink invisible yet indelible. It hides in the small gestures: in the sighs between sentences, in the silences that…
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Generational trauma, like a shadow passed through bloodlines, often festers in silence, entangling families in cycles of pain, shame, and secrecy. Incest, one of the darkest manifestations of this inherited trauma, remains hidden beneath layers of guilt, denial, and fear. When these patterns of abuse remain unchallenged, they infiltrate the hearts and minds of new…
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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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I published this over three years ago. It’s worth another share . . . Abuse never stands alone. There are so many complicated areas that abusers weave into the fabric of the perfectly crafted prison cells they make for us. Many of us barely escape, and when we do, we usually never talk about it.…
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I am a cartographer of this lost world, charting paths no one dares to trace. My compass is broken, twisted by hands that once held too much power, but still, I walk. I walk with the small hands of bruised children clinging to mine, their eyes wide with too much history for such tiny souls.…
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In today’s world, the concepts of vulnerability and victimhood are frequently conflated, often to our collective detriment. It’s crucial to distinguish between the two, as the path to personal growth and societal progress relies heavily on our ability to navigate this distinction effectively. Understanding Vulnerability Vulnerability is not a weakness. It is the foundation of…
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An excerpt from Morgan Snyder’s book “Becoming a King:” “The context of the journey of deliverance from the false self and restoration of the true self is unique, but the process is universal. It begins with awareness. The first step to becoming true is becoming aware of the false. Who am I in my false…
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King David is my favorite author of the Old Testament. He was a man that was real, honest, and raw with God. He mused and fussed with God, praised Him, and thanked him — all three rather quickly sometimes. An awesome man of God and King David asked God to keep him “as the apple…