suffering
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If I were left with just my story, not sure I would have made it very far in life. The imprint of abuse left me serving the very people who tortured me. My chatter about God is not to be religious — its not to show now that I am good. It is the plight…
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I wasted so many years trying to find the answers and solutions to my life visiting with my abusers. Incest is a gift that way. The ones who hurt you are your friends – they’re family. I wanted to love them and I wanted them to love me. I didn’t want to walk away without…
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Struggling to believe our memories seems to be a strong theme among survivors. The chaotic repercussion of not believing your mind is a serious thing. That event alone locks us into confusion. We’re fine to blame ourselves for our sexual promiscuity, for all the abusive relationships we’ve allowed and for all the maltreatment we’ve accosted…
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I have been waiting for God’s intervention in a demonstrative way for so many years I cannot recall the exact number. Maybe since I was born. I feel physically ill sometimes waiting and longing in hope for the vile ways of evil people to be exposed, for them to reap even a little bit; something…