CPTSD

  • Prejudice exists. I’m often judged and categorized for discussing my upbringing. It gets old. I’d be much more acceptable to them if I didn’t stand by my right to speak. Uncomfortable and unending, the opinions around me fly. Why don’t they be quiet? I didn’t ask them, did I? Unfortunately, this judgment and my shame…

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  • Absolution

    Teachers like Joyce Meyer and Beth Moore promote a form of absolution to sexually abusive parents. I would argue that absolution is not theirs to give. ab·so·lu·tion/ˌabsəˈlo͞oSHən/ Formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment. Definition from oxford language It goes on to say, “an esslesiastical declaration of forgiveness of sins. Used in a sentence, “the priest administered…

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  • Fear Not Friday | Borderline

    A song made popular by Madonna: “Something in the way you love me won’t let me beI don’t want to be your prisonerSo baby, won’t you set me free?Stop playing with my heart. . . Just try to understand I’ve given all I can‘Cause you got the best of me BorderlineFeels like I’m going to…

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  • Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne?Though she may forget, I will not forget you! Isaiah 49:15 To answer the question — Yes, a mother can forget, neglect and care nothing about a child she has born, carried, and birthed. I’m not sad…

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  • I am a cartographer of this lost world, charting paths no one dares to trace. My compass is broken, twisted by hands that once held too much power, but still, I walk. I walk with the small hands of bruised children clinging to mine, their eyes wide with too much history for such tiny souls.…

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  • Forgiveness is a word that tastes foreign on my tongue, as if it doesn’t belong in my mouth, as if it were meant for someone softer, someone less burdened by the weight of memory. But I’ve learned that to move forward, to even begin to shape a better tomorrow, I must grapple with this elusive…

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  • A Prisoner by No Crime of My Own. Incest. Rape. Murder. Then, I turned four. At three years old, Jodie watched her father murder a woman in a seedy hotel room. He, a true-born sociopath, strolled undetected, using religion as his disguise. Their family coat of arms was incest. The murdered woman’s life mattered and…

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  • Bits ‘n B

    Each week on Tuesday we will answer an anonymous message received at BitsnB1218@gmail.com or through DM. There are 60 million survivors of childhood sexual crimes. One in nine don’t report. The real number of victims is staggering but no one wants to talk about it. We will. If you need anonymous advice from Jesus’ girls…

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  • Bits ‘n B

    Each week on Tuesday we will answer an anonymous message received at BitsnB1218@gmail.com or through DM. Sometimes, if a comment feels resonant, we will respond via Bits n’ Bs for a more public response. Dear Nicky, You wrote, “But . . . When your abuser dies and his child perpetrates his deeds.” First, we are…

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  • Bits N B

    Each week on Tuesday we will answer an anonymous message received at BitsnB1218@gmail.com or through DM. Sometimes, if a comment feels resonant, we will respond via Bits N Bs for a more public response. Dear Reader, Us survivors know that some people come among us to hurt and destroy others. Jesus came so that we…

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