The Distinguished

I have qualities in this life that I would not have if I didn’t come through tragedy. Tragedy has engaged some of the finest characteristics that I just wouldn’t have found without the experience. Because I am alive and another woman is buried 20 or 30 feet under the ground and will never see theContinue reading “The Distinguished”

Swimming Upstream

True healing made me feel like a fish out of water. A comfortable coat of denial was what I grew up with; it’s old feelings enveloped me for years. Stepping away from the comfort of making up stories that I could live with only happened when my life stalled time and time again with dysfunctionalContinue reading “Swimming Upstream”

Stay Comfortable

If this were to be my mantra, I’d never heal. Ever! Stay comfortable no good counselor would suggest. Comfortably numb, skills of denial, disassociation – these are my tools of comfortable. Peace is another thing. Peace is something you gain in the midst of the uncomfortable. But, what does comfortable really mean? The definition ofContinue reading “Stay Comfortable”

Regaining Your Experience

Don’t talk. Don’t tell. Don’t remember. This seems to be a constant reminder to adult’s who have experienced childhood trauma. They want to let their abusers live out their lives unnoticed or unaffected by their crimes. This saddens me deeply. The only way to regain those parts of ourselves that were stolen by the perpetratorsContinue reading “Regaining Your Experience”

The Iceberg

Justice seems nowhere. These crimes are committed daily and, for the most part, go unnoticed and unpunished. When victims raise their voice, they are mostly hushed. What happens as a result of society quietly unrecognizing these atrocities is that the victim takes on this added burden and questions what wrong they did. If you findContinue reading “The Iceberg”

Captured by Commitment

I’ve lived a squirrely life at times. What else could I expect? And then came the time when I committed to better things. I heard God’s voice calling to me in the desert, so to speak. I was parched and thirsty and in need of much repair. The thing I liked about being squirrely wasContinue reading “Captured by Commitment”

Comparison is Ugly

As a child, my mother would take baths in front of me. I don’t remember her exact words but she was comparing my three year old body to hers. She was sexy and beautiful, I was not. I knew she wanted me to think of her as some kind of goddess. When I was grown,Continue reading “Comparison is Ugly”

Take Courage!

Keep me safe, Oh God for in you I take refuge. psalms 16:1 I haven’t always been this brave. Brave enough to tell my story, that is. As I matter of fact I have failed more years that I have been successful at it. Maybe that’s what bravery is all about. Doing something even whenContinue reading “Take Courage!”