The Casualties of Having No Comfort

Abuse was the foundation of my suffering. The freeze that kept it steady was the lack of comfort I received. My parents had to be sociopaths of some kind or they would have seen the pain of their children. They would have noticed the night hours I was up in agony. They would have seenContinue reading “The Casualties of Having No Comfort”

How Do I Forgive A Liar?

Dear Heavenly Father, This earthy family I came through stands with the lies that surround our incestuous past. I am angered at their lack of attempts to join forces with me against evil. Not only do they not walk with me, they actively try to discredit me. Why? They cannot listen to my story, becauseContinue reading “How Do I Forgive A Liar?”

A Miscarriage of Justice

A Prisoner by No Crime of My Own has been shared north of 11,000 times. This entry was one of them. Reposting the message. My first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage around the second month. Married to a really miserable husband, the experience was very intense. Just learning I was pregnant brought extreme excitement atContinue reading “A Miscarriage of Justice”

What Will You Choose?

Better a dry crust with peace and quiet, than a house full of feasting, with strife. proverbs 17:1 Incestuous families do not have peace and quiet. Why is it so hard to walk away from these atrocious families? Horrifyingly wicked they hold nothing for us. Yet, we stay. Why? Are we so lonely that weContinue reading “What Will You Choose?”

A Miscarriage of Justice

My first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage around the second month. I was married to a really miserable husband and the experience was very intense for me. I had just learned I was pregnant and I was extremely excited at the possibility of caring and nurturing for my own little baby. It sparked a hopeContinue reading “A Miscarriage of Justice”

It’s Just So Easy

Millions of us will choose not to tell our story. Deeper still, millions will choose to hide and deny their truth. It’s just so easy to walk away from the past, or, is it? It breaks my heart, actually. It was not easy to tell my story. Can you imagine calling the police about aContinue reading “It’s Just So Easy”

Dear Mama, Vol. 2

Dear Mama, I am 3 or 5 when I first remember being alive. The world is empty, faded, and cold. Everything seems rickety and half-sewn together. An off hours thrill ride with the lights left on. It leaves me with a feeling of queasiness that I won’t be able to shake for the rest ofContinue reading “Dear Mama, Vol. 2”

Judgment Day

God is not so unjust to forget these treacherous deeds done in darkness and done in the full spectrum of daylight. He remembers because He was and is our witness. Hear me, Lord, my plea is just;    listen to my cry.Hear my prayer—    it does not rise from deceitful lips.2 Let my vindication come from you;    may your eyes see what isContinue reading “Judgment Day”