memoir
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I used to think I knew what fulfillment felt like. That is almost funny now. I had experienced pleasure. Obsession. Attention. Novelty. Desire. The electric little religions of being admired, wanted, entertained, stimulated. I had mistaken intensity for depth so many times that I thought the two were synonymous. I thought I was full. I…
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Prudence doesn’t get clicks. Prudence is slow. Quiet. Unimpressive. It looks like saying no when everyone else says yes. It looks like leaving early, staying faithful, keeping your mouth shut, doing the long, boring work of healing when nobody is clapping for you. Nobody goes viral for self-control.Nobody gets applause for breaking a generational pattern.Nobody…
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Life isn’t random to me. It’s a training ground. I’ve come to see that God designed it to shape my character, not to keep me comfortable. Every day puts choices in front of me. Some are obvious, most are small. None of them are neutral. Each one trains my will. I either move toward the…
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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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A Prisoner by No Crime of My Own. From innocence to horror. The True Crime Story of a Child Witness. At three years old, Jodie watched her father murder a woman in a seedy hotel room. He, a true-born sociopath, strolled undetected, using religion as his disguise. Their family coat of arms was incest. The…
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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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The book A Prisoner by No Crime of My Own, True Crime Story of a Child Witness, Chapter 13 – An Olympic Race . . . continued . . . Sure — I had and have a lot of love for my parents, sometimes. What good is my love going to do now? It becomes…
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The book A Prisoner by No Crime of My Own, The True Crime Story of a Child Witness holds accounts of childhood crimes that many of us have lived through. I hope my story helps you find your story! Conclusion “I have no greater joy than to hear that my children will walk in truth.”—3…
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I wasn’t suppose to write words on a page of the tragedy I have lived through, I was supposed to deny it. Growing up my hope was supplanted with the intentions of dark people. They didn’t ultimately kill my smile for ever, but they darkened my days and stole my nights for a very long…