A survivor’s strength lays in the telling of facts. Factually recounting the abuse perpetrated against you through storytelling. Holding the perpetrator accountable and not watering down their atrocities to make it more palatable.
That’s not an easy task.
My mind has toiled with believing the truth. I want to change it – sometimes. The truth is a painful reality we avoid for many reasons, most of which is for ourselves. Sure, the world doesn’t want to hear our stories but neither do we.
True grit stays the course.
Importantly, untangling what is false from what is factual. Our lives depend upon this. If we don’t, we are prey to all sorts of evil. We cannot distinguish light from dark without our strong stand.
Strong words that tell me that this is already being played out in this world and has been since Paul’s time.
Why does this matter?
I don’t go back into my childhood as a narcissistic could – making their case. I certainly don’t go back because I pleasure in the pain. I go back for one reason alone.
To discern the difference between good and evil.