abuse
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How do you walk? Are you an anxious walker, with your head down, earbuds in, and unsteady steps? Or perhaps you walk with the confidence of John Wick. Head high, not an ounce of visible care or concern. How you walk when you’re out and about can either enhance your chances of being of victim…
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Christians are often mocked and ridiculed for our faith. Especially when we choose to have hope and faith when there is trauma. Even some Christians find it impossible, and even stupid to hang onto hope, and God, when we’re surviving rape, miscarriages, physical abuse, or death of a loved one. I’m guilty of that. I…
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Hearing another survivor of assault talk about their experience, their feelings brings on two emotions. On one hand it’s utterly heartbreaking. I always wish I was the only person to ever be assaulted. I wish that somehow I could just take on every other person’s trauma, and nightmares. On the other hand, I feel less…
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There is so much going on in our world that it’s led me to have flashbacks about a certain individual, on a certain night. After several days of trying to just move past it, and ignore the pain, I have decided to do what I feel led to. Here is a sick story, with a…
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My thoughts scared me at times, but I wasn’t going to give in. I wasn’t going to give E the satisfaction of breaking me to the point I cut myself, or worse. I wasn’t going to let any of the monsters from my past win, and I certainly wasn’t going to act selfishly, and potentially…
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Starting a relationship with a broken and beaten down individual is a difficult thing. M learned that. One minute I’d be trying to get closer to him by opening up, the next I was pushing him away and ending things. I was terrified that not only would he see me as I saw myself, dirty,…
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He never saw the abuse. E wasn’t one to leave marks, and when E made his ‘official’ move on me, I went with it, and played the dutiful, happy girlfriend. It was easy, as I had become numb to life, and malleable. M didn’t like E, but he, like most others, never could have imagined…
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Unbeknownst to me, E had been going around telling people that we were dating. He was marking his territory well before he made his first ‘official’ move on me. Looking back at the day I met M, it all becomes clear, but I was oblivious then. E had been warning me that M was an…
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He wanted to meet my biological family, as I had somewhat of a dysfunctional relationship with them at the time. We flew to stay with them for a week or so. They all hated each other. E hated them because they were manipulative people. The irony is not lost on me. They hated him because…
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E was annoyingly upbeat. He laughed loudly, and obnoxiously. He was musical, and endlessly talked about his gift of singing. He sang over every song, and has ruined my appreciation of certain artists to this day. He was loud in his love for God, which on its own is great. But when the person is…
