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When I was a little girl, I learned that silence could become a second skin. It wrapped itself around what had been done to me. It taught me to smile while my spirit folded itself into smaller and smaller corners. It whispered that survival was the same thing as peace. It wasn’t. Silence did not…
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Jesus keeps setting tables in the strangest places. I know because I’ve stumbled into a few of them. A child’s bedroom where something sacred was being violated. A house full of secrets. A girl learning too early that the world could be beautiful and monstrous at the same time. I thought I was abandoned there.…
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We answer anonymous messages received at BitsnB1218@gmail.com and through comments we receive. On a global level, the World Health Organization (2022) estimates that around 1 billion children are affected by sexual violence each year. The real number of victims is staggering and we are here to support you! Here is an anonymous post that came…
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We answer anonymous messages received at BitsnB1218@gmail.com or through DM. On a global level, the World Health Organization (2022) estimates that around 1 billion children are affected by sexual violence each year. The real number of victims is staggering but few will talk about it. We do and are here for you. Here is an…
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Introspection — what better way to start a week. Question: Do you easily call out the deception in your abuser(s) or do you deny what you see? One of the easiest ways to stay outside of healing and freedom is to deny what you see. As children, if you came through childhood sexual crimes, you…
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People like to talk about trauma like it’s only damage. Something to fix. Something to soften and soothe until it disappears. That’s incomplete. I wasn’t just hurt. I was trained. Not in a way I would have chosen. Not in a way I would ever recreate for my children. But training doesn’t stop being training…
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There is a point in every long road where the body simply gives out. Not dramatically. Not with some noble collapse. It just wears down quietly, the way stone wears down under years of water. You keep moving because life demands it. Children still need feeding, the house still needs tending, the problems of the…
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I’ve learned the hard way that a person is shaped by what they aim at…not by what they survive. Not by what they intend. By what they move toward, day after day, quietly, stubbornly. When I was young, survival was my goal. Not consciously. Instinctively. I aimed at soothing my wounds, protecting myself, dodging pain,…
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There’s a moment in a child’s life when a map stops being decoration. It stops being lines and colors and starts being a claim. This goes somewhere. Someone has been here before. If I follow it, I will not stay where I am. That shift matters. For a long time, the Bible stayed flat for…
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On the discussion of fear, do you fear love? “To love at all is to be vulberable.” C.S. Lewis Do you allow a love that is vulnerable? Do you allow yourself to feel a love that exposes you — soft, unguarded, and without control? So, I ask you again, do you live in a world…