child abuse
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My story didn’t begin with strength. It began with silence. I was a child who learned too early that adults can twist love into a weapon. I carried that secret like poison in my body. And when I grew older, I turned the knife inward. In my teens and twenties, I lived like someone already…
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That ache? It’s not your fault. It’s the homesickness for a world you were built for but never knew. It’s proof of design, not disfavor. You’ve been wounded, yes. Left behind, maybe. But never unseen. Never unloved. The enemy works hard to convince the orphaned heart that the Father has forgotten her. He wants you…
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In the hustle and bustle of daily life, we often associate light with positivity and darkness with negativity. However, embracing the quiet and solitude of the night can offer profound insights and opportunities for spiritual growth. When we feel exhausted and overwhelmed, it’s a signal that we need to retreat and recharge. The night provides…
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I have endured too much abuse at the hands of others because of my dissociative behaviors. Let me explain. “Dissociation means simultaneously knowing and not knowing.” Body keeps the score, VAN der kolk, m.d., page 121 You read that right. “When you don’t feel real nothing matters, which makes it impossible to protect yourself from…
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Do you have a place where you can speak the unspeakable? I ask because there are chambers inside all of us, dark, secret vaults where we lock the memories that cut too deeply to touch. Where do you take your battles, the near-unendurable heaviness of a mind turned against itself? Do you wander through the…
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I remember the moment I decided to reclaim my life. It was a quiet evening, the kind that makes you pause and reflect. I was sitting alone, my thoughts a whirlwind of pain and regret, each memory like a shard of glass cutting deep into my soul. My abuser had started my pain but now…
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Little ones that come through childhood tragedies are warriors in every sense of the word. Engaged in struggle and conflict their tiny, developing souls must fight. There is no other option. Shouldn’t we be fighting along side of them? As a society we should be watching and looking for children who need help. Abandoned from…
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A Spark of fire, a moment to live,This is all I ask to survive, I can’t breathe, I cannot think, I need peace and quiet,A spark of fire, a moment to live. As time passes by and my abuse grows in the distance, the pain lingers still, I have a hard time focusing. I need…
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“Who are you to tell our story? Incest is a family secret. You have no right to share it.” These are the voices of the clowns that try to impede my path to healing. “You’re fat and you should worry about that! You’re sick because of what you came from; that will never change.” On…
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I’ve worked in law firms for over 30 years. I’ve watched cases won, rights be fully restored and Indian casinos opened in return for what was taken. What I have never seen is evidence manufactured. Lack of evidence is a devastating theme in the world of childhood trauma. Whatever the crime, scarcely is there evidence…