introspective
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Introspection — what better way to start a week. What if forgiveness meant letting go? What if the act of forgiveness separated you from the person who harmed you? The very nature of forgiving to me means that I am now separate from the person who hurt me. I don’t see the world according to…
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In the quiet hum of childhood, I learned to live among the shattered edges of chaos—where dinner plates cracked as easily as voices, where love bruised more often than it healed. We were all ghosts in that house, haunting each other, speaking in the broken language of survival. Prayer was something I stole glimpses of,…
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Suicide and death are such a common theme among incest survivors. You know why? It’s all murder, that’s why. I only saw my father a handful of times after that. He had chosen deceit and the battle between us was on. About six months before this illness, I’d dreamt that my father was milling about…
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Moments of reflection — what better way to start a week. Chronic physical pain has been with me since I was a child. I have also lived with severe PTSD. A childhood wrought with murder, confusion, and constant physical, emotional and sexual abuse left its course surging through my veins. Chronic physical pain and PTSD…
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Question – Would you speak out against a corruption you saw? The most common definition of corruption is dishonest or fraudulent conduct by those in power, typically involving bribery. So, if you watched a person bash through a car window, open the door, and steal all of the contents, would call the police? If you…
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Suicide and death are such a common theme among incest survivors. You know why? It’s all murder, that’s why. I only saw my father a handful of times after that. He had chosen deceit and the battle between us was on. About six months before this illness, I’d dreamt that my father was milling about…
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Suicide and death are such a common theme among incest survivors. You know why? It’s all murder, that’s why. I only saw my father a handful of times after that. He had chosen deceit and the battle between us was on. About six months before this illness, I’d dreamt that my father was milling about…
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I was born into a house where the walls knew my name before I did, and the ghosts hung heavy. Childhood was no tender womb; it was a gauntlet of fists, of silence so thick you could choke on it. I learned early how to disappear, how to make myself small enough to fit into…
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A song made popular by Madonna: “Something in the way you love me won’t let me beI don’t want to be your prisonerSo baby, won’t you set me free?Stop playing with my heart. . . Just try to understand I’ve given all I can‘Cause you got the best of me BorderlineFeels like I’m going to…
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Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne?Though she may forget, I will not forget you! Isaiah 49:15 To answer the question — Yes, a mother can forget, neglect and care nothing about a child she has born, carried, and birthed. I’m not sad…