#cptsdrecovery
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There is a point in every long road where the body simply gives out. Not dramatically. Not with some noble collapse. It just wears down quietly, the way stone wears down under years of water. You keep moving because life demands it. Children still need feeding, the house still needs tending, the problems of the…
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For the next 12 days, we are returning to posts from the past that have been the most popular with YOU! Here’s our 9th post as a nod to our readers. BLOODGUILT (first published in 2020) I am not saying I still believe that I’m guilty of murder, but being a witness was something that…
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Modern psychology loves the term self-actualization. It sounds noble: becoming the best version of yourself, realizing your potential, living authentically. Maslow built his pyramid around it. Therapists sell it. Influencers turn it into morning routines and affirmations. But strip away the language, and you’ll see an old hunger dressed in new words, the same longing…
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Each week 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 coming through…
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The hard days come like an ambush, don’t they? You wake up to find your body has been rewired in the night, old coding crawling back like ivy. You’re a stranger to yourself again—a tin soldier marching to someone else’s drum, someone else’s war. Your heart? Oh, it sits there like a stone in your…
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The world expects you to sew the seams of your torn childhood with dainty stitches, as if the needle were your wand and the thread your redemption. They say, “Rise above,” as though survival were an airy thing, a kite unspooling freely into the ether, instead of this iron weight chained to your ribs. To…
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Life, in its often frustrating but ultimately profound wisdom, tends to teach us the same lesson repeatedly, albeit in different forms. Why does this happen? Why do we find ourselves, time and again, encountering challenges that feel eerily familiar yet distinct? The answer lies in the complexity of our existence. As humans, we are not…
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Once, my voice was a thief’s prize. Silenced, stifled, taken in the dead of night—an offering to someone else’s story, not mine. I became a hollow woman, a puppet on their stage, lips moving but soundless, thoughts shriveled into whispers I dared not hear. I was nothing but a shadow stretched long over years, my…
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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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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…